I usually wait until my daughter gets on the bus before I leave to go running. Since I haven't run in a week, I thought it best that I only do a mile and a half. Therefore, I should have plenty of time to run before the bus got here. I started to run and realized I felt pretty good. It's one of those things where if I had more time, I would have gone further. But since I didn't, I'll just have to make sure I go running tomorrow. I got home about two minutes before the bus got there and got to have her punch my face through the bus window. It's our daily ritual.