Extra, Extra: Amber and exercise make amends

We've had a tortured relationship, exercise and I. It began years ago in high school P.E. I blame the inept P.E. teachers who never taught a thing, just said here's a basketball now go ahead and play. I knew nothing about sports or how to play any of them. Volleyball was my arch nemesis. I stood and hoped the ball would not come near me since #1 it would hurt really bad, and #2 all the mean girls on the volleyball team would yell at me. I still can't look at a volleyball net without breaking into a cold sweat. Because of this I began to associate all exercise with the cringing feeling of judgment coming from people who always seemed to be so much better than me at these activities. Where did these people learn how to shoot a basketball? How did they know how to throw a baseball without looking like a wimp? Bryan knows his job is to teach the kids how to do those things, and at the same time, teach me. I've already learned how to throw a football. Still no luck on the frisbee. Don't ask.
So. For the past 3 months I've been running in the mornings before Bryan goes to work. At 6am. I surprise myself at my dedication. I've discovered a whole world that exists at this hour that I never knew before. First, there are a lot of people driving to work at 6:00. This is wrong to me. There is a lady I pass at the same point each day who walks her tiny dog. We say hello. There is another woman I pass at another point. We don't say hello. In fact she refuses to say hello to me. I've tried hello, morning, hi, with no response. This confuses me. I have seen more sunrises in the past few weeks than I've seen in my life. I've realized sweating feels good, and being out of breath is invigorating. Also, it's much harder to get up at 6 in the fall when it's still completely dark and feels like the middle of the night. And, the best feeling in the world is being able to run up the hill you've always had to walk up before.