I didn't get up and run. I was up every hour anticipating the time the alarm would go off at such a wretched time. About the 4th time, 3:40 am, I convince myself I could do it while I was waiting for the baseball game to start. As if. However, the result was fabulous. I turned off the alarm and promptly fell back to sleep for 3 solid, hard hours.
However, after working all day, doing the post-school to baseball sprint and enduring a heartbreaking loss where LRHB didn't connect at the plate (again), I put him to bed and went to the gym. DONE.