So. A friend of mine started with a personal trainer today. The only thing I really heard about it was the fact that there was soreness inflicted upon locations of the body previously unknown to human kind and then, perhaps, a little bit more.
As I sit here-wasting time-when I should REALLY be in bed-I had a genius realization. I need a personal trainer. Perhaps not the full-body pain inflicting variety. I can do a decent enough job of that on my own. I need someone to train me to actually drag myself out of bed in the morning. As a teenager, I can't tell you how many glasses of water were dumped on my bed nor can I tell you how many times I nearly lost the speakers on my stereo to MORE THAN A FEELING because the volume had been turned to the max. How exactly, I managed to survive my college experience completely baffles me. (Or maybe not so much. I don't think the English department really functions before 10:00am.) In the mean time...I still HATE waking up with a passion. I don't mind being awake early in the morning. I am actually ultra-productive in the morning and LOVE to watch the sunrise...it's just the whole waking-up part. Pointers? Anyone?
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I will call you every morning and wake you up ... I'm two hours ahead, after all, so a 6:00 a.m. wake up call is only 8:00 a.m. for me. What say you?
I am so there with you! So I really don't know how to help....let me know what you find out.
That was a really good CD to wake up to... :) Did I really play it that loud downstairs?
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