4:45am

I got on a bit of a health kick late last year and started jogging, but just like every other time, my enthusiasm is quickly waining. Going after work isn't working that great, because that's basicly the only time during the week I get to spend time with little e. So I thought today I would try early morning. I go to work at 6:30, so adding a jog to the morning routine meant getting up at 4:45.

I managed, and feel pretty good about it, but man, it was rough. Completely dark, not even any tweeting birds. Surprisingly I saw a fair few people out though. They were all over sixty though, and had probably gone to bed at 8 last night (old people are funny that way). In order to get through it, I tried to imagine I was someone else. I tried being Kochie and Mel who I read get up at 3:30am in order to get to the studio to host Sunrise. I then tried being Clarice Beckett, my favourite painter, who always painted right on dawn. None of this helped much.