I'm sitting here in the dark, waiting excitedly for the sun to rise. Accoring to theweatherchannel.com, that's about half an hour away. The sun rising is equivalent to a gun going off at the starting line for me: its signals the start of my morning run. I have completed my morning rituals: got up at 4, downed a small cup of soy yogurt [mmmm protein!] with a cup of tea, packed my lunch, and listened to the Fanaa soundtrack. As I wait for the sun, I have been contemplating the possibility of a marathon or half-marathon in the near future. As much as I still dream of a marathon, I am fearful that the damage done to my body would be too great a cost. Besides which, the training required could never survive my surgery rotation [9 weeks away! eeeep!]. On the other hand, a half-marathon is very possible. The training is not too far from what I already do, and I'm aided by the confidence that I've already run that distance without much trouble [on my birthday, some years ago]. The only issue would be getting my a$$ to the gym to cross-train, something I do not like. I am a creature of habit: I like to run every day and nothing else. Oh, the Sun's up! Yummy!