I hate the morning. I want nothing more than to love the morning -- to rise before the birds, before the city awakes, with the sun nestled behind the horizon. But I can't stand to get up before 7:30. Why is that? Do i just need more sleep? I don't think so, because my disdain for the early a.m. doesn't recede if I go to bed earlier. Can one train oneself to like the morning? I feel the need to try. It just seems that those morning people are qualitatively better.
So, today my training regiment extended to my sleep cycle and I woke up at 6:00m sharp, downed a cup of coffee, a sip of water, I ate a scoop of peanut butter and ran off to the school for a school circuit. The weather was worse than two days ago with Michael M - muggy as all hell. The workout was tough, but getting up at six kicked my ass - I was dragging come 4pm. What's up with that? Food. It's got to be food.
"They rise and shine, even when the sun hasn't. That's the Ultralife. From Miller."
Exercise: school circuit; plus round of 50 sit ups
Food: two eggs; handful sunflower seeds; handful plantain chips; apple; pita bread and peanut butter; salad with grilled chicken; maybe 5 cups water - need more water?
Other: scheduled meeting with accountant for Monday!
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