My love of running in the summer time means waking up at five A.M.
It means climbing out of my bed sheets and over two very angry felines, strapping on my running shoes and yanking on a sports bra in the dark.
It means grabbing my head lamp as the front door slams behind me and my feet hit the concrete.
Sometimes I will still see stars to the west where the sun has not approached the darkened sky quite yet.
I do all this because I hate summers heat and yet I love to run.
I sacrifice sleep for lost toes nails and blisters.
And also calves that I can be proud of.
