i hate mornings.
loathe.
abhor.
detest.
luckily my two roommates know that i will not talk to them in the am and are not offended. i am always at work after 9 o'clock, even when i give myself an hour. the trains should take no more than 45 minutes. ever. they always take about 70 minutes to get to the top o' the rock. ugh.
today in a serendipitous turn of events, both the J and the F got to the platform as soon as i did. woke up with enough time to wait for the gorilla coffee karen was making. although i was tired from a 1 am discussion about life, love and religion with johanna while she ate ramen noodles after we got home from BCC, i managed to form complete sentences before being caffeinated.
get to work and there are still whole wheat bagels left. friends yell at me for my new jeans being "too baggy". skinny jeans bought to replace the 2 sizes too big old jeans. boxing is paying off.
finally can sit down without wincing in pain from falling on my ass so many times snowboarding last weekend. i've abandoned the idea of investing in a doughnut pillow. last night at the gym i self diagnosed at least 3 ailments to my trainer, before getting a very real cramp in my leg. he tells me i'm being a baby in not so many words.
30 is probably not the ideal age to take up any extreme sport.
