I was still unconscious when I rolled out of bed this morning. It was a routine habit and I had programmed my brain the night before to get up and head to the gym before 5:30 am. I actually put in a sidebar that the earlier to 5:00 am that I got there the better. It was merely an operational function. My brain had not let my body know what was going on but it got up and started moving.
I managed to arrive and stand upright on the treadmill. I set my iPod to some music and started up the machine. I mechanically caught up to the belt moving underneath my feet like a gerbil inside his wheel. I didn't have the happy smile going on that I sometimes think I see on those little rodents. My brain was still too foggy. I wasn't running at the nice clip I usually set when I run on the treadmill. I had to turn it down a few notches and I still didn't feel just right but I kept it up. I couldn't get into a rhythm and my pace was all over the place if that is even possible when you are set on a speed on a machine like that. I'm not sure my pace was all that messed up but it seemed that way in my fuzzy-minded state. My right leg was a little stiff and felt like it needed to stretch but it was already in motion. Then it woke up just enough to start whining. "Wait a minute. Where are we?"
I kept prodding along. I wasn't going that fast and the kinks should work themselves out soon enough. But the leg persisted. "Are we running, already? When did we get here? Have I had coffee, yet?" Whine, whine. I only had another mile to go and just a few more minutes. Somehow, I managed to ignore the leg long enough to run 3.5 miles instead of the usual 3 miles I do at the gym, early in the mornings on weekdays, when I can't get out to run outdoors, fully awake. I don't think my right leg ever woke up. It was pretty much talking in it's sleep and probably thought the whole workout was just a bad dream. Come to think of it. I might have been asleep that entire workout, too.
Wait a minute. Have I had coffee yet?
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