The Trials of Kate-erella

Its been a looooong week. Work is crazy. People at work are crazy. And I'm right smack dab in the middle of my continuation of my attempts at actually keeping a New Year's Resolution, which means I'm cranky while eating my healthy food on the way to the gym but my is it nice to feel lighter...

Anyway, today in lieu of meeting my workout buddy for our typical late night work out session, we decided to attempt an am work out session. As in before work. As in before the freakin' sun was up. As in dosh Tate your alarm is going off early this morning...

I have a certain paranoia about sleeping through my alarm when I actually have something out of the ordinary on the agenda that morning. Generally it means I won't be able to fall asleep for at least an hour while I'm calculating a) how many times I can still hit the snooze when the alarm goes off at an unGodly hour, b) how much sleep I can get if I fall asleep rightnow and c) did I turn the oven off? do I hear the TV on? Is the door locked? It's midnight - do I know where my cell phone is? etc. Then, without fail, a minimum of 20 minutes before the alarm is supposed to go off, I am wide awake, pissed that a) I'm too awake now to enjoy hitting the snooze button, b) I can't help but to calculate just how much sleep I gave up for whatever I am about to attend grumpy and tired, and c) who cares if the oven is on, the TV is buzzing with static, door is unlocked, my cell phone is under my bed in an unreachable spot beeping its swan song of a dead battery because I forgot to plug it in again, and why is there not Starbucks on the Metro??? And yet today, I thought it was a genius idea to not only get up over an hour earlier than normal, but was getting up over an hour earlier to go to the gym, which I don't even like doing but am trying to be a big girl and get over my complexes about public gyms.

When I got to the lobby, I looked out the window and saw it was down pouring, not just raining but build-yourself-an-arc-to-cross-the-street down pouring. And I had no umbrella and a very absorbent sweatshirt on. I could go upstairs and get my umbrella, but I'm already late sooooo let's RUN to the gym!

I forgot my ear phones, so I read the close captioning on my tv, which made no sense until I realized it read from the bottom up. This I find obnoxious and defying reason - who reads from the bottom up? Why can't this scroll like a teleprompter? Why is there a 15 second delay? Why is Diane Sawyer so chipper in the morning? Thankfully, the confusion/aggression/anti-morning behavior made me work out harder, so I wrapped up my time on the elliptical, finished my brief but challenging upper body workout, and headed out back into the torrential down pour. And then the day just went down hill...

Who's idea was this morning workout again? Why was I up so freaking early?

It's 4 pm and I'm ready for a nap.