There had been a lot of "my day" posts going around the last few weeks so I figured I'd give it a shot.
I woke up and oh, boy was I sore. So I nearly fell out of bed. I'm not a morning person, so I stood in front of the mirror and stared. Finally, I managed to drag a comb across my head.
I finally made my way downstairs and had a cup of tea. The movie "The Road" was on, but I didn't bother to watch it. I'd read the book after all, and that was enough. Instead I read the newspaper for a few minutes. There is so much bad news these days that I'm at the point where I just have to laugh to keep sane. When I looked up at the clock I noticed I was late.
I found my coat and hat and was out the door. Luckily, I made it to the bus stop with seconds to spare. While sprinting for the bus, I noticed there are a ridiculous amount of potholes out on Edwards Street. They are going to have to do something about that - it's the reason I'm flatting so much.
When I got to the office I picked up the new issue of Triathlete magazine. The phone rang, and then someone spoke. But it was too late - I was already dreaming about all the cool new bikes for 2011.
Later I went to see my swim coach. And now I'm typing this.