I don't think I'll ever understand morning people. Even after training myself to sleep early the process of waking up is no easier then it was two years ago. In fact, some people may claim that sleeping early has only made me far more spoiled. In the past my five or six hours was sufficient to keep me going through the day and now if I don't get my solid eight hours of sleep I simply cannot function.

That being said it took me approximately forty minutes to get myself out of bed this morning. Yes, the big four o~ In my defense I tried really hard to wake up every five minutes. But in my half awake state one simply doesn't have enough energy to fight against gravity.

But after forty minutes I had a sudden burst of energy that caused me to spring out of my bed, ready to take on the world. It's kind of like recharging a battery. You watch as the gauge slowly fills until it hits the imaginary 'ding' and you know it's ready. It's like that but way more epic.

So anyway, the whole point of my blog today was to say one thing. It may have taken me forty minutes to wake up but even so I managed to do something right.

I exercised. Yes. I woke up early and exercised. Take that gravity!