The lovely madness of it all

It's Sunday morning, 7am. The house sleeps, even the cats did not bother getting up to beg for food when I came down the stairs. The world sleeps.

It's freezing out there. Freezing and pitch dark. Oh, and everything is covered in snow.

I am wearing running gear: two layers on the legs, two on the upper body which will extend to five. I'll be going out there soon, after I finish my wake-up coffee. Have to go early: we're having a large group of people over for lunch, so the morning is for tidying and cooking. After lunch I reckon we'll be just stretched out on the sofa. As lunch includes a wine tasting session, even a gentle jog afterwards is no-go.

So there is logic behind the madness of going out there now for a fifty minutes run. But madness it is. Yet it's a pleasant madness too. While I'm in the cold my iPod will keep me going - K.D.Lang's version of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" will be an appropriate part of my Sunday playlist - and when I'm back home I will feel very good. Standing under the shower, feeling my toes return to life from their state of minor frostbite, I'll know there's hardly a better way to start the day.

All I have to do now is put on my shoes and additional clothes, close the door behind me, and get through the next hour.

I think I'll do my Ph.D. on Blogging as an Attempt at Self-Motivation. Any thoughts on that one, my non-existing readers?