Saturday morning I got up at the ungodly hour of 5:30am, and went for a long walk. I couldn't help feeling a little like an imposter exercising at that time of the morning, nodding cheerily to other walkers as if to say, "Oh yes, this is part of my daily routine." My poor legs didn't know what had hit them when I got home. In fact I went back to bed at 9am, and slept for 3 hours.
No matter. I did find a couple of little gems at a garage sale at 7am.