So, here I sit, at my kitchen table. My beautiful Starbucks mermaid cup cradles the dark brew. It's before 6 am. Shhh, don't tell anyone.
We all met at the spot only to slip and glide our way to the trail. At that moment, I received a phone call (originally thought to be a butt dial - cause who the fuck is calling at 5:25 am). I managed the call - maintaining the innocence of others - while the group, quickly decided that this crap would be for the ducks. We slid back to our cars to head back home with plans to meet up tomorrow. I was immediately filled with excitement like a child on Christmas.
Wow. There's so much I could do. I mean, I'm up now, I can't go back to bed. Coffee is in order. I could start my next lesson for my health coach cert (you knew about that, right?) or I could start organizing whatever. Everyone is still asleep; they might actually sleep for another two hours.
In reality, I figured I would just dick around on the Internet.