The alarm sounded at 6:20. I mentally groaned ( or maybe I groaned out loud) as I rolled over and turned it off. In exactly one hour I would be meeting a running buddy to travel the 90 minute commute to run the Lorneville Loop. Usually I am excited for a race and wake before the alarm but today I just wanted to sleep. So I did.
At 6:54 my husband nudged me and told me to get up. What?? I did a quick mental calculation and realized that I had 15 minutes before I had to leave if I was going to make it on time. This was not really a big problem as I got everything ready last night. Besides, I am low maintenance and am capable of pulling myself together quickly. My biggest regret was that I might not have time for a quality pre-race poop.
Pulling my pants on with one hand and dropping bread in the toaster with the other, I glanced at the clock on the stove. 5:59. Huh? I checked my phone…. 6:00. What is going on? The television confirmed that I was indeed in some sort of time warp.
I remember fumbling with the alarm clock last night in the dark to change the time of the alarm. Apparently I also changed the time too. No wonder it is so dark this morning. No wonder I didn’t bounce excitedly out of bed at the appointed time. My subconscious mind was prepared to begin the day at 6:20, not 5:20.
So… I enjoyed my pre-race fuel at a leisurely pace. Two slices of whole wheat toast with natural peanut butter. ( I usually eat whole grain but hubby bought whole wheat. How can you confuse whole grain with whole wheat….? ) For dessert I had Liberte Caramel and Banana Greek yogurt. It is like eating pie. Sort of.
Now I am up and dressed and fueled and blogged… and I still have 20 minutes until I have to leave. I think I am going to go Poop.