*I hit the snooze button.*
Jay: Babe, it’s 5:20 – you have boot camp… *lightly shoves me in the back toward the edge of the bed*
Me: *Mean moan* It’s fine – I have time. *Grumble, grumble*
Jay: *Emphatically* Well, I’m only telling you because I love you! *Grabs Merlot close to his chest to cuddle under the blanket*
Me: Ughhh. *gets up to leave*
Some days, it's just hard to get up,
Bridget Marie
P.s. Today's grueling workout was done entirely in a monsoon. The slant of the down-pour of rain provided an extra special supplement of resistance while running up and down 50 flights of stairs. Thank you, mother nature.
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2 Comments:
Boot camp. Something I couldn't do. Props.
Back in Basic Training, I wish I had an alarm clock. I normally woke up with a drill sergeant sticking a wet finger in my ear saying "yo mama shoulda post birth aborted your ugly ass."
But good for you. I wish I had that kind of motivation.
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