Insane Freaks

A couple of weeks ago, I decided that I was going to become one of those insane freaks who get up before (not at - before) the crack of dawn to go to the gym. The idea is to get your workout done before work, instead of after, so you can have your evenings free (I think I must have been on crack at the time I made this decision - that is the only possible explanation for me to come up with such a ridiculous idea).

So this morning my alarm goes off at 4:50 (I set it ten minutes early so that I would be able to hit the snooze a couple of times), and after I woke up, I laid in bed thinking:

"Why on earth would someone in their right mind want to get up at FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!? And not just get up, but get up and actually exercise at this god-awful hour?"

I continued to lay in bed for about seven minutes, trying to think of some excuses why I should go back to sleep. Instead, I managed somehow to find reasons NOT to say in bed (the crack was clearly not out of my system yet).

So, I get up, get coffee, have breakfast, and finally head out to the gym. When I arrive, I see that I am not alone. Plenty of other insane freaks are up and exercising as well. In fact, I actually found some that were more extreme than me. There were several people playing raquetball. Raquetball! Now, that is truly crazy. I mean, who does that? That is way too social for 6 a.m.!! If I tried to play raquetball at that hour, somebody would get hurt, and I am pretty sure it wouldn't be me.

As it turns out, I had a really great workout. There weren't many of the big muscle men there, so all the weights I needed were available. Nor was the stairmaster-hogging old man there, so I got my thirty minutes on that (no, the gym did not install a water fountain on top of the stairmaster - that was just me - sweating). The only downside was that Chicken Man was not there. I find his antics quite entertaining. I have my music and all, but when I am up that high on the stairmaster, it's nice to have something fun to look at - it distracts me from the agony (the word master in that name is quite appropriate).

Hopefully, I will be able to keep this up long enough for it to become a habit. I am not a morning person! This takes discipline - I would much rather sleep.