This morning, I got up at 5:00 and went to the gym.

Wait, I need to say that again because I can't quite believe it myself.

This morning, I got up at 5:00 and went to the gym.

I am not a morning person. I'm not really a before-noon person. When I was managing a team a few years ago I had a rule that nobody could ask me questions before 10:00 and hard questions had to wait until after lunch. So I am shocked that I voluntarily got up before sunrise this morning and then voluntarily left the house rather than thinking better of it and crawling back into bed. I did win a bet with my husband by doing it - when I told him my plan last night he was, well, incredulous to put it politely.

I have this theory that by going to the gym in the morning I will be able to do all these grand things - like run errands after work or go for coffee with a friend or cook a decent dinner. Or even just sit on the deck in the sun and watch the cats kill any bug that is foolish enough to come within claw range. The only problem is that I am having a hard time fighting the urge to take a little nap on my laptop.

A friend just pointed out that between last night and this morning I went to the gym twice within 12 hours. I think that makes me hate me a little bit.

BTW: Now I have "Wednesday Morning, 3 AM" stuck in my head.