Who am I?? Seriously. I was just the person that I thought was absolutely insane in college when I was pissed that I had to work the open shift at the rec center. I still think these people were insane. No normal college kid wakes up at 6:00 am to go to the gym.
As I discussed a few weeks ago though, with the new job, my schedule has gone to crap. Before- I had it down to a science. Work 7:45-3:45, gym class at 4:30, home by 5:45, dinner on the table by 7. But now? Now I work 8-5, am lucky to get home by 6 (seriously University Circle- your traffic patterns are stupid), dinner maybe on the table by 7. But oh wait- the gym is no where in that day. If I wanted to go to the gym after work, we wouldn't be eating dinner until like 8:30 every night. And nobody has time for that.
I'm a class person at the gym. I have to be otherwise I would slack on the treadmill for 20 minutes, lazily lift a few weights and call it a day. Classes that kick my butt for an hour are the only way I can get in a solid workout.
So I've decided to do the 5:45am class on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. SO. EARLY.
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| Yeah. Can I just go back to bed now? |
But this morning, I did it. Doug wakes up at the same time, so that's a little extra motivation to get my butt outta bed.
While I'm sure there will be mornings where I wake up and say hell no, I'm hoping that more often than not I can make these two classes work.
Oh and I tried Zumba on Saturday. I'm not sure how I feel about it...so we'll see if I go again. Because I'm pretty sure I looked like this.
