Park That Car, Drop That Phone

Why do I get myself into these things? It always seems so perfectly reasonable when I agree to it the night before, but at 6:30 in the morning, waking life is hell for me. I'm headed out my front gate with my bicycle to meet a friend for a morning ride. Oh, sure, at night, on the phone with my friend, agreeing to the ride, we're Mr. Big workout guy and we can get up and do anything and blah blah blah.... Once we actually get up in the morning though, we realize how old and out of shape we have allowed ourselves to become. My friend is an early waker, and I have always felt slightly resentful of those who can get up early on a regular basis and not feel like their world is coming to an end, but if it wasn't for having someone to meet, I know my ass would still be in bed. As the wind picks up and I pedal from my driveway to the foggy morning, I wonder if that would be a bad thing necessarily.

It's cold. It's early and it's cold and I'm glad I wore the long sleeve jersey today. The wind still cuts through it, and I'm practically falling asleep on the pedals, but I'll warm up. When it's over, I can stretch on the floor at home and feel better about myself for having gotten something done before even heading to work.