Now that I have the puppy, every morning is an early morning, and for a person who would normally still be sleeping, it's a rude change of pace. However, I am finding that I am getting used to it, and that it even has some advantages. Like this morning, for instance, I got up, let the dog out, fed him, etc and then went for a five mile run (went really well -- weather was perfect), showered (even shaved my legs) and have managed to get a few other things done (mostly email and reading the paper), and it's only 9:30! What a miracle.
Of course, rising early has its counter affect -- going to bed early. Last night I was laying in bed watching the Olympics (so disappointed in hyped Bode Miller) and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I told my husband I was going to bed because I was exhausted, and he asked me what time it was. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was only 10 pm. Oh well. I was out and it felt delicious. Nothing like a wild and crazy Saturday night.