This morning, I woke up briefly at about 4 a.m., considered the time, realized I had 1.5 hours until my alarm went off, figured that didn’t seem like nearly enough time for sleep, and fully intended to blow off my alarm and skip the gym. Seems I forgot to get the memo to our dalmatian, Brooksey. She’s kind of a weird dog, and routinely sleeps under the covers. Last night was no different. But, at 5:25 a.m., she starts dry-heaving, almost always a prelude to a more liquidy sort of regurgitation. Startled out of her sleep by this noise, my wife frantically starts lifting the covers and trying to kick Brooksey out of bed. After being kicked out of bed, Brooksey walked over to the bathroom, gave a few more gurgles, and then wanted to go outside. Probably just a hairball.
That’s a long way of saying, despite my best intentions, I was awake beyond even my abilities to rationalize going back to sleep. So, I headed to the Y, warmed up with 1.4 miles in 7 minutes on the stationary bike, then did some upper body work including a dip/push up combo I’m trying out. No new ground was really broken, however. I can usually increase my weights or reps or whatnot when I go later in the day on weekends.