Time And The Dog Poop
There are many mornings I turn over to look at the clock and think to myself, “I don’t want to work-out today!” I moan and groan looking at the minutes go by one by one, contemplating what the heck to do. As the minutes start moving quicker and quicker I know that if I miss that window of opportunity its all over. There won’t be enough time to get the whole workout in. It really is amazing how the clock always does the exact opposite of what you want it to do. If you want it to go slow it moves like a rocket and if you want it to go fast you start checking to see if it’s plugged in to the outlet. And believe me you can’t trick time, I’ve tried. Once in my third grade class I actually saw a second hand on a clock move backwards and I’d swear to that in court! I’ll never forget that day. That was the day I was jumping off the monkey bars during recess and landed in a pile of dog poop. My grandmother had to bring me a change of clothes from home which consisted of the ugliest checkered pants you’ve ever seen, even for the 1970s. There was a lot of giggling going on behind me in the classroom and I just couldn’t wait to go home. That’s when I saw it. Time went backwards!
These days I wish time would go backwards, especially now that I have to get up and get to the gym. After a big debate within my own mind which played out like a courtroom scene on Law and Order I managed to get myself up. One of my own tricks to making that transition easier is setting up my shorts, sneakers, towel etc within arms reach of my pillow. I grabbed my gear and went for it. I opened up the front door and once I stepped out and took that breath of the morning air I never looked back except to see how late I was running.