Cold Delicious.

My friend and I got home around 11.30pm last night.
That's much too late for two blondes to be walking in the park.
But we had a late start (we don't leave until 8.30pm, most nights, and last night it was more like 9.30) and were determined to get our laps in.
However, in a moment of sanity and with the oncoming winter, we decided that we will start working out in the morning instead.

Well guess what? It's morning!

At first - especially with the sudden cold snap - it was a HORROR to be awake. Alarm bings, I bang it. Twice. Then I finally roll out of bed at 6.30. For an 8.30 girl this will take some getting used to! I put my feet down and the floor is FREEZING (today I buy slippers). I scooch downstairs and get ready in the gym, so as not to wake boy up while he's still sleeping above me. I throw on full-length runners instead of capris, and layer after layer on top. Hell, I'm even wearing a beanie!

The outfit is ridiculous but cute in the look-at-the-27-year-old-trying-to-dress-herself way. I almost wish boy would wake up so he could laugh at me.

I potter around the house for a moment and then make a steaming cup of hot chocolate. MmmMM. Steam.
I text my friend and tell her to get warm clothes on.
And then...a moment out from my bitching...I grin.
A train roars past.

I love this.
I love getting started earlier.
It means so many things.
It means I can bake muffins and make coffee for boy before he wakes up.
It means I can be energised and ready to paint when I get home.
It means I won't have my workout in the back of my mind all day.
It means....oh!
So much!

Anyway as I typed that my friend just called. She'll be here in a second so I have to run.
But when I get back I'm definitely writing up a loose schedule for myself, now I know my workout times (early morn, late afternoon).

Rock on!

And Good Morning World!
xxxS.