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Kristie and I get up at 5:30 in the morning, thee to four days of the week in order to go for a run. We guzzle a half cup of coffee in order to get our heartbeat started, and then venture the cold, rain, wind, sun, whatever. Even if we go to bed early (like 9:30 early), I still find it very difficult to get up that early in the morning.
Today was one of those days. The alarm sounded and I laid in bed for about 30 seconds while the alarm chimed, thinking to myself: *Dammit, Dammit, Dammit*! We got up, drank our coffee, went for the run, and I was faltering right off the bat. It felt like Kristie was sprinting the entire run, even though I'm sure she wasn't running any faster than usual. I was panting, huffing-and-puffing, and gasping for breath whenever I tried talking.
Even after the run, I felt horrible. You know those times when you exercise and even if you didn't have the best energy, you are glad that you did it? Not so much today! Each time I get out of my chair at work, it takes effort to straighten my legs. I look like an out-of-shape centenarian who just got kicked in the stomach.
Anyway, I just thought I would vent...sorry about the smell.
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