Waking up at 6:30 is a tough routine to enjoy, because shit is early. To help get the ball rolling, I took possibly a couple too many fistfuls of Ambien early last night in the hopes I'd actually get my full eight. Instead I 1) hallucinated my alarm 2) got dressed(ish) 3) fed my dogs 4) tripped over my shoes and fully wiped out 5) landed on my left knee which is now roughly eight shades of "mother sonofa" 6) noticed the oven clock read 12:48 and whatever, duh. Why wouldn't I totally screw up something as easy as opening my eyes. (Man, FWPs) 7) Went back to bed until noon.
WEDNESDAY, IN NUMBERS
1: Runs; Coffees; Happy Gilmores; Bottles of wine
2: Viewings of Point Break; Steven Segal movies (Glimmer Man, Fire Down Below)
5: Diet Cokes
So my knee hurts and tomorrow I switch to 8min jog/2min walk in the morning with alternating hill intervals in the afternoon. I'm coming for you, Chregge. Start saving the $5 all those Four Lokos will set you back. And you can keep the lava sauce.
No comments:
Post a Comment