This morning I did something I haven't done in 20 years. I got up at 5:15 A.M. to exercise. Yes, it was dark. Yes, it was cold. But I promised my friend last night that I would break in our new YMCA membership bright and early, I mean, dark and early this morning. I envisioned myself being on the treadmill with The Few, The Proud, regarding each other with puffy eyes and a nod. The reality is that by the time I arrived at 5:30A.M., at least 40 people were already breaking a sweat, having arrived when the doors open at 5:00A.M. I felt like I was late by arriving at 5:30A.M. Reminds me of my "mamaw" (yes, I live in the south), who used to "get up with the chickens" and feel like she'd lost a lot of time if she slept in til 6:00A.M.
Who ARE these people? What possesses them to put their bodies through this unnatural routine? Where was the coffee? Will I be one of these people some day? Well, time will tell if I become one of them.
For today, I feel like I need a Star on my chart.