Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Who Moved My Cheese, er, Shoes?
This morning, I decided to wake up a little early so I could have a little more time at the gym to workout. It always ends up taking me a little longer to get ready in the morning than I want. As a result, I can only do about 25 minutes on the treadmill instead of my desired 30. By waking up early, I could do that extra 5 minutes.
The problem is that I was waking up at 5:00 a.m. Getting up earlier would require me breaking that mental barrier at 5:00. I mean, it’s one thing to wake up and see a 5 on your alarm clock. It’s something entirely different to see a 4. It could be just 1 minute difference, but it’s a huge adjustment mentally.
When I woke up this morning, it was a struggle to get out of bed. But I reminded myself of the ice cream I got at Culver’s on Saturday, and it made it a little easier to motivate myself.
So I went through my usual routine. I had breakfast, brushed my teeth, got dressed. The only problem was that I couldn’t find my gym shoes. Given that it was 5:00 a.m., it was dark in the house. And the whole house was asleep. (Well, except for the dog, who insisted on making a ton of noise. No tact, that dog.) Since I’m moderately nice to The Wife, what with her having recently given birth, I decided not to turn on the light in our bedroom. Unfortunately, this meant me groping around in the dark for my shoes.
I never did find them. I had to go to the gym using my lawn-mowing shoes. They were all green and caked in dog crap. I’m pretty sure that’s what the professional marathoners use. The Wife was kind enough to do a search of the house this morning to locate them. It seems as though somebody (I can’t imagine who) took my shoes and put them in a toy bin in the family room. The one place I didn’t think to look. Well, next time my shoes go missing, I’ll be sure to check all of Luke’s toy bins first.
The problem is that I was waking up at 5:00 a.m. Getting up earlier would require me breaking that mental barrier at 5:00. I mean, it’s one thing to wake up and see a 5 on your alarm clock. It’s something entirely different to see a 4. It could be just 1 minute difference, but it’s a huge adjustment mentally.
When I woke up this morning, it was a struggle to get out of bed. But I reminded myself of the ice cream I got at Culver’s on Saturday, and it made it a little easier to motivate myself.
So I went through my usual routine. I had breakfast, brushed my teeth, got dressed. The only problem was that I couldn’t find my gym shoes. Given that it was 5:00 a.m., it was dark in the house. And the whole house was asleep. (Well, except for the dog, who insisted on making a ton of noise. No tact, that dog.) Since I’m moderately nice to The Wife, what with her having recently given birth, I decided not to turn on the light in our bedroom. Unfortunately, this meant me groping around in the dark for my shoes.
I never did find them. I had to go to the gym using my lawn-mowing shoes. They were all green and caked in dog crap. I’m pretty sure that’s what the professional marathoners use. The Wife was kind enough to do a search of the house this morning to locate them. It seems as though somebody (I can’t imagine who) took my shoes and put them in a toy bin in the family room. The one place I didn’t think to look. Well, next time my shoes go missing, I’ll be sure to check all of Luke’s toy bins first.
