Several mornings a week I haul my butt out of bed while the rest of the house sleeps and run with a friend. It never gets any easier, the getting up part.
We run and talk, bleary-eyed and cold. And then we stop on our way home for the prize.
Right now my seasonal choice is a steaming cup of Christmas blend, tall in a grande cup, with plenty of room for cream.
The folks behind the counter know us and know our drinks and I just love that.
It's not a frugal reward but I rationalize that it's cheaper than a gym membership and it's a small price to pay for sanity in my opinion.
The running, the coffee, the conversational therapy...they are sweet, anticipated gifts that make even the hardest days a bit more bearable.
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