Freezing weather in hotlanta

argh!

It was 26 degrees this morning and the ground was covered in sparkling white ice. It's rained on and off for a couple of days too. I can't complain about precipitation because we've been experiencing a drought of historical magnitude in Georgia, but it really screws with my running.

As does man cub's baseball practices! Practice is right after work two days during the week, and on Saturday and Sunday too. Once games begin, though, practice will be reduced to three times weekly.

But not to worry. I've remained true to my mission of daily workouts.

I've been squeaking away on the hamster wheel, and after using it for three straight weeks during lunch (except on weekends), I must shamefully admit that I've become obsessed with the elliptical. I look forward to lunch so I can rush down there, get dressed and hop on - before anyone else can.

I've begun to look at the machine as though it were my own, too. I've daydreamed about carving my name into its lovely steps, or scrawling my initials in Sharpie marker on the metal arms, but I figured that might piss people off, so I haven't yet succumbed to the urge. In any case, I expect MY elliptical to be free and waiting for me any time I am ready to use it. The two times I got there to find that it was being used by someone else I almost lost my shit. I paced back and forth. I walked into the dressing rooms and sat and pouted. I stomped my feet. I paced some more. I walked back out. I busied myself with my phone. Finally I sat in a chair facing the machine and waited. I had to wait! Horrors!

Changing the subject, I've slept on the couch for a few nights after a tiff and those nights have actually been quite beneficial to me. I have slept soundly through the night and have been able to awaken early enough to get dressed and ready at a leisurely pace. You see, Husband snores - loud enough to wake the dead. It's a truly awful sound, and it's quite frustrating to be awakened all night every night by the gutteral and very loud sounds of his snoring. I hate snoring, to be honest. I always have. My beloved grandfather snored and I hated it even then. I don't sleep through the night EVER when we share a bed. In fact, I'm eternally exhausted. Every day. No matter what I do. It's from lack of sleep. And on the nights when I've been awakened so many times that I'm really upset and/or angry, I end up stomping off in the dark to go sleep elsewhere (the couch). Why does HE get to remain in the comfortable bed when HE is the one who keeps me up all night? Good question.