Mornings..Blah

I'm so not a morning person. I never have been. Not even when I was little and had to get up at 5 to get to ice skating practice before school started. I wasn't a morning person then and I certainly am not one now. I also need those five extra minutes when my alarm goes off. Sometimes those five minutes turn into ten turn into 15. That happened this morning. at 7:52 while I waited for the 1 train to take me uptown I realized that I need to start pretending to be a morning person. Realizing I would never make it to the group run, I ran home and crawled back into bed for a few more hours of sleep. Then I woke feeling refreshed and went for a run. It was cold and I knew the Path would be too breezy so I headed downtown. I ended up running into the Tribeca Film Festivals Family Fest. It was hot Dad galore and beautiful babies were everywhere. Only at a NYC festival does a modeling agency set up shop to find new recruits. There were kids getting their faces painted and kids walking on stilts. I stopped to listen to a talented group of kids sing some random song and then I continued running downtown and all around. I liked mixing things up a bit- the run at Riverside is nice but boring after all these weeks. I thought I'd make it to the gym for a class but decided to hold off because I know V is going to kick my ass tomorrow at the gym. So my morning exercise wasn't all that fabulous. Our Saturday morning GTS starts at 730 next week and it is a bike. So, I have to get up even earlier and get my (now smaller) ass uptown bright and early. Yipppeee...