It took me about an hour and a half to go to the gym this morning.
Woke up at wide awake at 4AM.
The little voice in my head told me to go back to sleep. My logic told me to go to the gym.
It went on and off like this for the next hour and a half (taking 10-15 minute naps in between, of course).
Finally I put on my shoes to get ready.
Then I laid back down.
That’s when I felt like a fool.
All suited up for the gym and I still was choosing to sleep?
Disappointed that was even an option, I headed out the door.
This was one of those rare instances making yourself feel like a fool is constructive.
(on the dance floor, not so much)