But lately, I've been trundling out to a 9 a.m. Wednesday yoga class, climbing into a frigid car, battling rush-hour traffic (that again?!) and reaching class barely in time for sun salutations.
I love my small class — and the people in it. And I've come to realize that I also love getting up and out "early" one day of the week. Early is relative, of course. I used to leave the house before 7 every day.
(A photo from the old days of "up and out.")