Mornings

Today was one of the few days I had coffee first thing in the morning. I added way too much sugar, but it is still pretty tasty. Oh man. Generally, after snoozing between three and 10 times I stretch and do some push-ups and/or pull-ups while the hot water makes its way into my shower, and then I hop in. Once out, every four days or so I shave with my electric clippers. I lost my actual razor a number of weeks ago, and let me tell you I am much happier since I did. The upshot of not shaving my neck down to the skin is that I don't get razor burn.

Every day when I enter my work building, I badge open the sliding door, open the glass doors on the other side of what I like to call the "airlock," and walk straight past the elevators. I always take the stairs up to the 2nd floor, which is actually two floors above the ground floor, like this:

P for Parking
3
2
1
G for Ground
A for Appetite

Yes, there is a parking floor on the top of the building, which I never go up to. About once a year, heavy winds knock some heavy object onto someone's car. Plus as fun as the swirly ramp sounds, I am positive that if I used it every day I would eventually run into the wall. Also it gets icy in the winter.

When someone is waiting for an elevator ahead of me, I turn right and go the back way to the stairs, so they know I don't want to ride the elevator and there is no reason to hold the door. I take two stairs at a time (because walking up one stair/step kills me, it's as stupid as a side order of pancakes) and breath just slightly harder when I reach my floor 4 flights up. As I walk, I try to put the weight on the heels of my feet to work out my butt, though any benefits are surely minimal since once I hit my desk I probably walk less than 1/2 mile for the rest of the day.

I could probably make this a lot shorter, but I'm not a very interesting writer and I don't expect any readers anyway, so guess what! I'm not going to.

:P