“Shut up Sequoia!” is what ran through my head this morning. Why was she whining so bad? I couldn’t open my eyes, they were full of Elmer’s glue, and I just couldn’t shake myself awake. Still I heard the repeated whine, getting progressively louder. Then the realization hit me.
That noise was not my dog, it was the alarm. Awww crap. I stumble out of bed and shut it off. Drink the cold cup of black coffee I left sitting on the dresser, yum. Lay back down. Then Linnea’s watch alarm sounds, then the backup alarm on the clock, and I am awake.
It is now 7:08 am. I have been awake for an hour and a half and my eyes still feel sticky, like old pine sap. We are trying to get used to waking up early again. Trying to get our lazy brains revved up again.
We interviewed yesterday with the new manager at my old gym, Boston Sports Clubs. I worked there before leaving for the World Race and I was hoping to just pick up where I left off (wouldn’t that be nice? But probably will be slow going at first).
I am not sure how work will go, but for now this seems like the right step. Linnea will also try her hand at personal training, after being together for 13 months, we are going to see how we do working together professionally.
So we start the next chapter of our lives.
I read a good quote this morning that totally suits how I feel as I sit here:
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.—Charles Dickens
