I got out of bed around 5:45 this morning so that I could make coffee and get to work about an hour earlier. Why, you ask, when I work in the basement?
Because with Matilda's middle school schedule, Gert's early childhood schedule and mom's work schedule, it's been hard finding time during the week to ride the trainer. Oh, sure, if it's nice out I'll find the time to ride on the road, but indoors doing one of my pre-designed workouts? Let's face it, it's not fun.
Well, you say, why not ride after dinner? Well, that's true. But I feel like crap when I ride at night. I don't know why. I'm a morning rider, to be honest.
So, the plan is to work for an hour or so while Gert eats and gets ready for school. Then, take her to Diana's to play for the morning. When I get back, ride the trainer, shower and work until dinner is ready. That way I keep the fitness level, ride in the morning and have time to shower before going back to the grind.
The problem is, the morning comes so early. If we could move it back to, say, noon, that would be so much better. Plus, I'm toiling over the organization of one of the books I"m working on and I fear I'm becoming obsessed. I woke up at 4 a.m. worrying about it.
I quickly pushed it aside, though, by thinking of 12 Christmas Carols That Never Caught On. They were funny. Of course, I forgot all of them. Except this one:
Santa Knows What You Did in the Garage
p.s. The local news just played The Shazam. Wow. I never thought I'd hear that.
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