Happy Thursday! Friday is oh so close. Once I get through Wednesday I sort of already feel like I've won. Apparently life is me vs. the work week. I win Thursday through Sunday. How do you start Thursday off right? A little morning multi-tasking. I have been a social being for the past couple of weeks which has left me with zero time to clean, cook, launder my clothes, workout, or do anything remotely productive. During the week I sleep enough to work, on the weekends I spend all my time at the beach before heading out to play. Summer is tough on my domesticity.
So I decided to do everything at once this morning. I sucked it up, set my alarm for 5:30am and made shit happen. First on the agenda: laundry. I know I need to wash my clothes when I run out of my face washclothes. I like a clean face, and I need fresh washclothes to make that happen. With eyes half open, I put on spandex and trudged to the basement to put in a load of laundry before I headed to the gym. Given the wash cycle is 38 minutes, I figured I had time to fit in 30 mins of cardio between washer and dryer. Epitome of efficiency, thank you very much.
I headed to the gym and got my booty on the stairmaster for a little morning sweatfest. Plugged in a 30 minute "Fat Burning" workout, level 10, headphones blaring, and got the party started. There was an issue of Vogue sitting on the stairmaster next to me, and since I was already on my second activity of the day at 5:45am, I figured what the hell, why not catch up on fashion while I workout? I am a strong advocate of no reading while working out. I just broke my own workout code today. My biggest issue is that you shouldn't be able to focus on words and you should be sweating enough to soak the pages [lamination anyone..?]. If we analyze it to that level, I didn't actually break my workout code. I wasn't reading, I just looked at the pictures, and by the end the magazine was super sweaty. And you know what? My 30 minutes felt like 10. I totally get why women do it. So now I won't judge if 1. you are only looking at the pictures and 2. I can see sweat marks on the pages.
After my booty-shaping stairmaster program [and fashion update], I headed back home and changed my laundry. I made a nice little breakfast, showered, and picked up my laundry from the dryer. I had 10 minutes to watch the news, and then headed to work. I have never had a more productive morning. So, my lesson for today: if you are playing hard and don't have time to get anything done around the house/workout, be extreme, wake up at 5am, and cram it all in. Make it happen!
