Yeah, this jogging shit ain’t working. I need to get drastic.
Waking up at fuckoff-past-five in the morning isn’t the problem. Getting up is.
It’s almost impossible for me to get out of bed before seven. I can’t do it. So rather than trying to force matters, I’ll just accept it.
I’m not a morning person. Deal with it.
So it’s time to get drastic with this shit. I’m joining the gym. I’ll do spin for a bit, see how my body responds, and whether this shit is actually all worth it.
Because I can tell that this year, Saturday morning tennis with the Mouse is gonna be fucking brutal.
I need to be ready.