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The Peculiar
Maggot Moon
The City and the City
The Road
A Certain Slant of Light
The Muses Among Us: Eloquent Listening and Other Pleasures of the Writer's Craft
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
Brown Girl in the Ring
Well Wished
The Innkeeper's Song
Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art
American Indian Myths and Legends
The Left Hand of Darkness
The Return of the King
The Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers

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Monday, March 14, 2011


            The key to getting anything done is to trick myself into the habits of starting.  The key to getting out of bed and going to the gym is just doing it, without thinking about it. It’s trite but true!  If I set the alarm too early, with time enough to hit the snooze once or twice, then somewhere between the first and second hit I start rationalizing:
            “I could just skip today…” floats through my mind, “I could reset the alarm to forty-five minutes from now.  I’m not really snoozing anyway; I’m worrying.  And, if I reset the clock, then I can really go back to sleep and finish this dream.”
            I’m just holding on to the ragged edges of the dream as it unravels, like knitting, in my semi-conscious mind.
            “There was something about my grandfather explaining why there were five silver fish in the apple tree…no, no, it was my mother, and she was cleaning the fish – no wait, there was something urgent. Was there something I was supposed to remember to do today?” 
            The alarm goes off again, my husband’s hand flails across to my side of the bed, patting at the pillow and trying, in vain, to stop the noise.  I hit the snooze again. 
            “Now was that the second or the third snooze?  If it was the third snooze, then I might as well just sleep because there won’t be time to get enough of a work out to justify getting up.” 
            At this point if I turn on the light my body will switch to automatic; if the light stays off I’m sunk.
            If I do turn on the light, then all moves follow the groove of habit and I glide, choice-free, from bed to gym.  I pull on the sweats lying on the floor next to my side of the bed, my bags are already in the car, the drive is routine, I park always in the same spot. I’ve chosen what workout to do the night before as well. 
            When I’m about halfway done the beginnings of righteous pride begin to sprout.  By the time I hit the shower, they are in full bloom, “That was not bad at all, that little bit.”  I muse, as my soul sings paeans to the genius that engineered hot showers at the push of a button. “I feel pretty good actually!  If I had more time I’m sure I could have run at least two or three more miles.”
            I’m positively smug.  And by the time I’m walking out to the car the great snooze button struggle has shrunk to distant dreamlike insignificance – but in truth, that was the hardest part!  


  1. I liked eavesdropping on the conversation you have in your head. Your inner soul seems to be ready to work out but the body is saying give it a rest, today. Then the body is so proud of completing the workout and I think the soul takes some credit for it. Nice post!

  2. You are right! I must take your advice to yourself! At first i thought you were inside my head! This was great! I think you just gave me what I needed to get up and exercise! This was a great post and encouragement to me as well! Thanks for sharing!

  3. You have recorded your morning thoughts in great detail. I like how you describe holding on to the dreams. I have to admit that I sometimes struggle convincing myself going to training in the afternoon. I should remind myself of the feeling of being positively smug after exercise. Enjoyable and inspiring reading.

  4. Great slice today!! Thanks for sharing!

  5. Hi Katie-hope you had a good day! You have captured those thoughts in our heads so perfectly, especially when it involves an argument. Nice to see who won today.

  6. Another great post, Katie. Your first line sounds as if you might want to try Linda's list! :D Good for you getting to 'smug' in the morning. It takes me a while to get to that point where--dang it, I AM awake!

  7. That was an enjoyable read. Great use of words to express the feelings. I never got into the habit of playing the snooze game. But I'm a morning person anyway.

  8. Sounds all to familiar, laughed the whole way through.