I am struggle city lately when it comes to waking up in the morning… seriously. It must be because I just can’t seem to put down the awful book I’m reading at night (good LORD, Fifty Shades of Grey) but I’m now waking up and snoozing for 10 minutes.
Does that even make sense? I’ve never been unable to stop reading a bad book. This is weird. It’s like a bad car accident. I can’t look away.
But anyway, I never snooze. The snooze button was made for lazy bums. Once I’m awake, I’m normally up and at ‘em.
I plan to wake up like Cameron Diaz in Charlie’s Angels every morning. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Thank you, Colleen, for this. Anyone who is or has been at the “not too young, but not that old” stage of 24 years old will get it:
My favorite line is “doesn’t matter if I stumble on my parent’s insurance”
‘Cause… well, yeah.
And! GUESS WHAT I DID?
I yogged. With no pain. I took dear Chloe for a little walk, and I was explaining to her that I was going to try to run soon since my rib hadn’t hurt at all that day (it really only hurts if I do something weird… like hoist myself up with my arms or flex my abs).
Since Chloe’s brain is so fantastical, she heard the word “run” and started galloping. I did a little hop-skip to keep up, realizing I felt no rib pain.
So, in a scene not unlike Forrest Gump shedding his leg braces, I started running again.