It always happens. I am laying in the sand, breeze flowing
through my hair, soaking up the sun. No thoughts of homework or newspaper
deadlines or post-graduation plans. I’m about to take a sip of my strawberry
daiquiri when “WE DON’T HAVE TO BE LONELY
NO MORE! AND I’VE NEVER EVER BEEN THIS FOR SURE…” sings loudly in my ear.
My alarm is going off. It’s 6 a.m. and I have to make a choice.
Get up, work out and feel awake and energetic the rest of the day. Or, throw my
cozy comforter over my head and sleep a couple more hours.
Now, if I’ve had my seven to eight hours of sleep the night
before {see my previous post on catching zzz’s} then getting up is usually the
easy choice. The oh so many times I’ve chosen to exercise, I have never once regretted
it.
