I. Can’t. Stop.
I’m going to turn into a half-peanut-half-candy-corn. I have a dish of them in my living room, and every time I have company over, I may as well be tipping the dish into my mouth. I can’t stop refilling the dish. Somebody needs to do something about this.
I have become that person. I actually prefer waking up at 5:30 a.m. to get a run in before work. I keep talking about how I used to roll my eyes/scoff/laugh at the people who said “It’s just so peaceful,” “I love getting it out of the way first thing,” and “I have more energy during the day!” But now I’m that person.
Some mornings, I pop outta bed ready to rock and roll. And I get excited about it.
Except for the whole having more energy during the day thing. That’s currently a little touch and go, as I almost passed out at work on Tuesday. I plopped into bed at approximately 4:50 after work, and at 6:40, I barely woke up for rehearsal. There onstage was a nice zombie vegetable Alyssa staring into space, clad in sweats, glasses and bedhead. I was a real treat.
I was nap drunk. Yes, that’s a thing.
Meeeeh, at least I could say I ran at 5:30 that morning. 2 miles plus the daily fitmixer boot camp workout. Early productivity > evening brainpower? No? Not so much?
It’s fine. I plan to be back on my A-game for tonight’s rehearsal so I can impress everyone with my skills in focus and productivity.