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But I don
But I don
It's 4:15 in the morning. The alarm goes off. I don't want to wake up. No no no no no. Sleeeeeeep.
But I can't help it. I know what I should be doing. I can't help myself. I crawl out of bed, shuffle downstairs, and blink dazedly into the lights that I just turned on. Morning never felt so wrong.
It's time to walk away those pounds.
Okay, so maybe that's slightly over-dramaticized, but not by much. I pretty much hate working out in the morning. The problem is that morning seems to be the best time for me to do it. Oh well. Such is life. It seems the best things for us are often what we hate the most.
The funny thing is, after the workout, after the shower, after I've cooled down to the point where I don't think I'm going to keel over dead anymore (or at least don't want to), that's when I get horny. :\ Yeah. As if that is a good time to be turned on.
My theory is that it's the endorphins. I must be wired a bit funny. They don't give me energy. I actually feel quite wiped. They don't make me happy. I'm still downright annoyed that bodies are so hard to keep in shape and that mine has such problems cooling down. What they do make me is hungry and horny. I can't decide if I could eat a horse or bang it. (Well, okay, given that situation I think I'd much rather eat it. I mean come on, it's a horse.)
Anyway, it's a lousy way to start the day. Of course it'd be an awe-inspiring excellent way to start the day if I had a partner that didn't mind me waking her up and ravaging her.
Oh well. I guess I just have to settle for ravaging myself. It's a good thing I'm easy, or I'd never find time to fit in my meditation and energy work before heading off to the daily grind of long commutes and computer programming.