With ten minutes unexpectedly spare this morning in the preparation for work, I sat down in my comfy chair and called my Mum to see how she was. The last few days, what with starting work, rehearsals and a wonderful birthday dinner with Krissa's Mom, have left me with few idle moments to pick up the phone.
We started to natter and then I realised I had made a terrible mistake.
The chair.
My body, so recently and so rudely roused from its sleep, was relaxing and settling into the chair with a view to picking up where it left off.
After we hung up (Mum's fine, by the way), it was a terrible effort to get out of the chair, and even now I feel like I've taken a few steps back towards sleep which I shouldn't have taken.
What I really need is a short walk followed by being rapidly shaken around in violent and unexpected ways for forty-five minutes in a rattling shiny metal tube packed with commuting strangers who are all invading each others' personal space and simultaneously pretending that no one else is actually there.
That should wake me up.
So that's what I'm going to do.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
Go for a jog or to th egym in the morning. YOu feel like shit when you start but great when you hit the shower.
Have a good weekend yourself.
Mate, I already get up at 7am. Anything further, activity-wise, before that and we're in indecently early territory.
I get up at 6am. It's tough but once you are in a routine, you'd be surpised at how easy it is to do.
Granted you can't stay up as late any more ...
I ignore Adrian these days. It's tough but once you are in a routine, you'd be surpised at how easy it is to do. :)
Now you sound like my mother. :-)
Actually you sound like everyone I know. It's tough being me.
You need to get into a routine.