I was a little too ridiculously happy this morning. Maybe it’s that extra hour of sleep, except no, that can’t be it. John and I deliberately set an alarm for 7 today. 7 felt like 8, which is when we usually get up (or when we usually aim to get up – sometimes we miss), but wasn’t. Because it was 7. So we used the extra hour this morning to get up and run. And that was fantastic. It was a little chilly to start (mid-40s), but I ran a little over 5 miles, and by the time I got halfway, I had my jacket wrapped around my waist and was running in just a tank top. (And pants. I swear I was wearing pants.) It felt great. And the sky was blue and the sun was shining and all the trees are changing colors and I had a silly grin plastered on my face because it was all just so beautiful. Of course, my legs are a little achy now, but that’s my own fault – I got carried away and ran a bit too fast, considering that I haven’t been running as regularly as I should. I’m paying for that. But still – happy!