The Early Bird...

is supposed to get the worm...right? Well, in my case, I hope to get a workout. I joined the gym about a year and a half ago, and while I go regularly (of course it started out a lot more regular than it is now) I find it hard to get there, especially after a long day at work. Recently this hasn't been a problem because Morgan and I have been playing a lot of tennis so I get a good workout without dragging myself to the gym (which is pretty boring), but now that it's raining every afternoon like the tropics, we can't play as much. So, I've been forced to find another way.

Therefore, this past Wednesday and today, I have dragged my butt out of bed at 5:15 a.m. to go to the gym before work so I can have the evenings free to hang out with Morgan, other friends, or just relax. This way I can get my workout out of the way and I have more energy for the rest of the day...well, theoretically that's what is supposed to happen. But, anyone who REALLY knows me knows that I'm not one who enjoys getting up early (just ask my parents). I'm usually cranky and mean spirited (more than usual :o)

I have found two major themes that have developed out of this early gym experience. One, I actually enjoy myself and I'm not so cranky because I'm venting my frustrations out on the weight machines and elliptical machine, and two, that I enjoy my evenings, but I get so tired around 6 p.m. and I just...feel...like...sleeeppii..zzzzzzzzzz