I woke up with a start. I had just had a dream that I had overslept and missed my radio show. My right eye lazily looked at the clock: It was 3:21 a.m.
I dozed back off until my stomach woke me up. I was sick and it was almost time to wake up to go work out. So I crawled out of bed early, determined to make my workout.
I got sicker.
I looked at my watch. I was running late, but still could make it. I gathered all my stuff together until I hit another roadblock: I could not find my glasses. I need those to drive in the dark.
And then I got sick again.
By this time, it was 4:50 a.m. and there was no way in Hades that I could make it to the workout. You show up on time to PLS or you don’t show at all. So I went running. Very close to the house.
I ended up running 5.6 miles. I got in a good workout and sweated out some of the sins of New Orleans. I worked through not feeling top notch and plowed through my workout anyway.
There will be days like these. At least I didn’t miss the radio show. 