Dammit!

I just raced the buses to work on my blades. And won. By about ten minutes.

You'd think this would be a good thing, but really, it's not. I used to feel so sanctimonious blading to work. Getting up early for starters is something I overly pat myself on the back for, like getting up thirty minutes earlier is some kind of mighty achievement. But then exercising? I'd feel like the sixty-million-dollar man.

The flipside of this is that, far more frequently, my alarm would go off, I'd decide to skip the whole early/exercise thing and sleep in, saying to myself: "That's okay. I'll get the bus."

That's all ruined now! Now I have to get up earlier to get the bus. Now if I sleep in for ten minutes (and oh, it's a sweet ten minutes), I'm committing myself to future exercise! It's a no-win situation!

Grump. Should have stayed in bed.