Jono and I plan to go running tomorrow morning. Last week we went running twice, and planned it 5 times. The evening before it always seems like such a great idea. In the morning, bed seems so warm and comfortable, and the run such a silly idea. The times you make it out though make you feel fantastic. Running in the cool air, through the beautiful native bush in all it's haphazardness, all the while thinking of the number of eggs and how much spaghetti you will consume when you get back. Mmmm. Place your bets now on whether I will make it tomorrow morning. Remember... it will be Monday.