Despite having spent more hours awake than asleep last night, what with our upstairs neighbours perfecting their ”Riverdance” routine at 1am and me then having to get up just before 5 to clean up after our cats (YES. Again. Only this time it came out the other end. Because that's what I want to see first thing in the morning), I didn't suffer during the long run with AIK this morning. Much.
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And the reason was this:
It's always great when the sun makes an appearance on a long run, and it has been gracing us with its presence a lot lately, but today was different. It felt different. I couldn't put my finger on why it was like this, but, if it hadn't been for the biting cold (-13 and windy), it would almost feel like spring. And then, when I ran up the last little hill on my way home and saw the sun shine with all its might over the houses in the distance, it hit me: the sun was higher up in the sky than it was last week.
The sun is not just peek-a-booing, blink-and-you'll-miss-it-cameo'ing over the horizon any more. It actually makes an effort to get out of bed and make some breakfast, even if it doesn't quite make it all the way to work. And the good news is that this improvement in the sun's enthusiasm to get up in the morning will be escalating pretty damn quickly from now on, until it reaches its glorious, maniacal, daylight-almost-24 hours-per-day zenith in June. And that makes me ridiculously happy.