Sick and Twisted

Ok, maybe I have been replaced by aliens, as my hubby has suspected since I signed up for the marathon. I actually hauled my rear out of bed at 4am this morning to get my run in (a mere 2 miles so not longer than 15 minutes or so) before I headed to the airport to fly down to Charlotte to look for houses. I hate mornings. I love sleeping. What the H*#% was I thinking?! Now I'm exhausted and I haven't even started the house hunt. Should make me more charming (HA!) than usual for such an unpleasant task (did I mention I loathe house hunting?). Oh, and I have to say, while running so early is peaceful, it is also more than a little creepy. It's quite dark and noisy with unidentifiable noises. And it made me really sweat when I saw a car in the middle of the road with its lights on but not moving. I won't share the scary movie I had running through my head but suffice it to say I breathed a huge sigh of relief to discover it was the paper delivery guy restocking his front seat! I don't think I'll be doing any more unaccompanied after dark runs--especially because, even scared, I was too boneheaded to get out of the street and up on the sidewalk away from the car. Clearly my brain is non-functional at o'dark hundred.