Three in the morning is too damn early to be wide-awake. Especially if I just went to bed and half past midnight. But I couldn't get back to sleep. So around five, I sighed and hauled my ass outta bed and into some public clothes, or rather gym clothes.
That's right, I said, "gym". I carted my butt to the gym at 5:30
AM. My lord, there were people there. They were moving
about, they were swimming, they were laughing. Oh my eyes, my
ears, my muscles....
I did my work-out, complete with a wide variety of machines and the
recumbent-bike. Then I showered and poured my sluggish self into
my swim-suitee. And I slinked out to the pool and slithered
in. Ahhh, the warm soothing lapping water...so calming, so
gentle, so...what in the world? there are people, leaping,
jumping, stretching, blink, blink, in the water! A water workout
class at 8 AM!!
I was out of the gym by 9. I tell ya, this was one long-ass
day. It felt like I put in an entire day before I normally open
Let's not be making this a habit, k?