Week Two/Too Weak

This morning I rose at 5:30 AM for the 10th weekday in a row. Not having a group bike ride or Master's swim class planned, I took my time about getting ready, drinking my breakfast smoothie and tried to enjoy the morning. Mostly I enjoyed tossing around the idea that I could go back to bed if I wanted to. That, my friend, would set a precedent with which I was not entirely comfortable, so instead I put on my gym shoes and headed out to lift heavy objects off the floor. This will probably be my only weightlifting day this week. Despite the early mornings, I'm still having trouble finding enough time in the day to fit in multiple workouts.

I'm grumpy in the morning (surly, some would say) and often during the day I'm hit with sudden bursts of self pity. Pathetic. We've got to get motivated around here. I'm combating this with orange juice and additional calories. I need to make sure I'm eating enough.

Is this boring you? It's boring the hell out of me. Last night I skipped out on what would probably have been a fun social outing in favor of drinking a beer, reading a comic book and falling asleep by eight. This does not bode well. I slept upside-down on the bed, mostly on top of the sheets, as I am at times wont to do. At some point in the middle of the night, I woke, crawled to the top of the bed and slid under the duvet (Yeah, I have a duvet. What are you going to do about it?). I slept right up until the alarm. Nine and a half hours of sleep and I'm still tired.

Why am I doing this, you ask? Fuck if I know. Because I can? Maybe I want to see what happens if I try. Maybe it's some form of guilt or feelings of inadequacy. Maybe I want to look down on mere mortals with an insufferable sense of superiority. Maybe I'm doing it to meet girls.

Yeah, it's probably girls.

What's your excuse?