4:02 am – Alarm begins its relentless attack. Self-loathing is the first conscious thought. Smash the snooze.
4:07 am – Litany of excuses for NOT working out begin to stream into consciousness. Excuses make sense. Smash snooze.
4:12 am – The Wife shares her feelings: “Get your ass outta bed and get to the gym. I love you. Now, go.” Stumble around blindly. Smash toe on kids toy. Mumble curses under morning breath.
4:13 am – A glance into the mirror confirms it – God, I’m an ugly mofo first thing in the morning, and it ain’t gonna get any better throughout the day. Self-loathing begins to reach critical levels as I catch a whiff of my own breath.
4:16 am – Vigorous brushing, face splashing and cracking of joints do nothing to improve appearance. Shrug and accept lot in life, all the while pining for a wasted youth. Thoughts of coffee begin to dominate and overwhelm as I realize I really don’t care how I look.
4:17 am – Attack first pot of coffee and begin mad dash for gym, but realize am walking out the door without shorts on. Stop for a moment to appreciate the enormity of consequences if I show up without pants. Hilarity? Restraining order?
4:20 am – First of the acceptance that this is really happening. No going back to bed. Vow to go to bed by 7pm tonight.
4:21 am – Gaze longingly at house, knowing that warm bed is 106′ away. Double check to make sure I’m wearing shorts.
4:22 am – Plug iPod into Toyota’s stereo. Decide to crank music to “11“ to punish those sleeping in the house.
4:22:30 am – Realize they can’t hear it in the house. Curse violently at steering wheel, take another shot of coffee.
4:25 am – Pull out of driveway, realize that I’m too old to headbang without getting a severe concussion. Seethe inwardly.
4:30 am – Pot #1 of coffee begins to kick in and I begin silently hoping for a deer to jump into my path, just to add some spice to my morning commute to the gym.
4:35 am – Why spice it up when I can swerve all over the road trying to find the perfect song to scream along with?
4:40 am – Realize I’m glad it’s dark out, so I can conduct full conversations with myself, complete with sweeping hand gestures, without other drivers staring at me. Congratulate myself on such stealth. Out loud.
4:43 am – Take too long staring at heavy equipment on highway lit up by floodlights. Road chaos, followed by road rage, followed by cursing of indeterminate origin.
4:44 am – Start alternating shots of coffee with hits off the water bottle. You know, cause I believe in hydration. Plus, too many coffee stains on t-shirt this early in the morning just adds to peoples perceptions of my mental stability.
4:46 am – Think to self: “screw what people think. I love coffee and I’ll wear some if I feel like it”. Kidneys begin to quiver in protest.
4:50 am – Wrap up conversation with self with a loud and violent debate over whether I’ll make it in time to 5am class.
4:53 am – Start up another round of yelling at traffic engineers for their idiotic placement of stop lights. Begin to mull over merits of blasting through red lights. Unable to go full outlaw, I decide to obey the rules, but fume on the inside. Consider writing a very stern letter to City’s Traffic Engineering Department. Get more irate as I realize nothing will change. Damn you, bureaucracy. Damn you.
4:55 am – Slide in to parking lot of gym. Quick glance in mirror confirms suspicion that I look like a homicidal maniac. Pleased with self. Guzzle one last swig of coffee and tumble out of truck, tripping on non-existent obstacle in parking lot.
4:59 am – Shoot fellow CrossFit member curious look when he asks if I “am always this ‘up‘ this early?” Consider ramifications. New cycle of self doubt and self loathing begins.
4:59:30 am – Realize today’s workout consists of 2 mile run. Begin to experience chest pains upon realization.
5:00 am – Seizing (or seizure) of the day begins.
Ahh to be young and beautiful again. Who am I kidding. Go, at least for svelte.
homeboy, I haven’t been in the neighborhood of “svelte” since the early 90’s. At this point, I’d be pleased with “pleasantly plump”.
So this is why I stay in bed…
9am-18 holes at Hidden Valley
2pm-late lunch at Centerfolds
3pm-18 holes at Horton Smith
830pm-wife has dinner made
Repeated the next day…….
@G-Man aahhhhhbullshitchhhoooo. Wife has dinner ready…
I’m out there for you, my friend, long before the sun rises. You stay in, and I’ll keep it real for you.
ah, the life of a kept man.
somehow, I thought you’d have a response to his imaginary itinerary.