Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I have a dream.

It's not a dream for world peace, or universal healthcare (though, yeah, that would be great), or the end as we know it of assholery, fatrocities and rubbernecking (the trifecta of EMS annoyances).


My dream is simple.

My dream is this:
My alarm goes off, or I wake up. I actually get right up, without procrastinating, complaining, making excuses or otherwise delaying the inevitable. I put my workout clothes on and I work out. I don't check Facebook Mobile before I get up. I don't text anyone. I don't look at I don't try and figure out when, later in the day, I could maybe fit this workout in. I don't waste 20 minutes chasing around a stubborn chin hair with my ineffective tweezers. I don't lie there and think, "Hmmm. Maybe I should vacuum first."
I just get up and do it.

If I said it was getting easier every day, I'd be a liar. However, it's still getting done, so that's something.

1 comment:

  1. I wish the same thing. Except replace "Facebook" with "Twitter" and I actually don't ever think about when i'm going to get exercise in. I just don't do it!