It's that magical time again!
The time when I fret over how I'm going to jam dinner, exercising, chores, and comic work into my post-workday and therefore I choose to do something drastic.
EXERCISE IN THE MORNING
I like the big dramatic quote that's attached to that - because who in their right mind gets up at 5 a.m. to stumble out of the house and go for a jog? THIS GAL. Since I've come to the horrific conclusion that I actually need to exercise for my well-being (cut to me sore from stapling comics this weekend), I have to find some way to squeeze it in. And if trying to exercise after work leaves me whining night after night that I "don't have any time" to make headway on my comics, then it's got to go.
And as ridiculous as pre-work exercise seems, hey it's out of the way! Done and done. Now I can begin the rest of the day with my head held up HIGH with pri--zzzzzzzzzzz.