He will not shut up and there is the implied threat that if I don't immediately respond to his demands, I will come down to my kitchen and find a puddle of canine piss on the floor.
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| "What did you expect, human? I have NEEDS."
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Working out at 6am has a number of advantages over doing so 12 hours later. It frees up my evening so I can spend time with my family. The gym is never overcrowded, and I am able to focus better on what I'm supposed to be doing. There's a sense of camraderie among the hardy souls who get up that early to put themselves through whatever exercise hell has been programmed that day. It's a beautiful time of day, especially when I walk out the door invigorated by the workout, breathing in the crisp morning air, with the morning sun shining warmly as the promise of a new day awaits me.
Despite all this, I get to maybe one 6am class every two weeks in the non-winter months when my job permits (some times of the year, I have to be at work at 7:45, with some prep work done at home beforehand, so those times are a write-off). and mostly because I don't go to sleep early enough
Today, though, I managed to get up, eat a spoonful of Nutella, and get to the gym in time to do a classic benchmark girl WOD...
Helen
Three rounds for time:400m run
21 bell swings (55lb)
12 pull-ups
9:30.
It's six seconds slower than my PR, but more than a minute faster than when I last did it just over a year ago.
So that was a pretty good way to start the morning.
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