Sleepy Days

This new gym is a bit of a mixed bag. On the one hand, I feel fantastic about the extra time I have. I have been able to get back to 45 minute runs and am slowly inching toward a 8k mark in that time. All this extra weight I managed to pile on has made it all the more tricky, but like the black man in the white house says, Yes I can. I have also managed to sneak in a couple of 50min ones sneaking in just under 9k so I think I can just about get back to business soon. I hope.
On the other hand, to take a stab at ensuring I keep my working hours nice and early, I have stuck to the same start time in the gym. This means I have to catch the 5.30 every morning I’m in the gym. Guess what time I have to crawl out of bed to make that train…
It has been about a month now and I am still feeling the effects of it. I guess I really have to hit the sack before 10pm.
So on most days by the time it draws close to 6pm, I feel like my tank is really drying out and I cant go on. And, on Fridays, I really feel zonked out. Like now. Just before 6pm on a Friday. I am so gone. Hence this piece. Thank God for the long weekend ahead (Labour Day)