As I forced myself out of bed this morning, the thought of going in to work out just wasn't all that inviting. My body says, "Just let me be!", while my tummy screams, "Coffee!" You see, I'm one of those very typical coffee drinkers. I don't quite feel human till that first sip in the morning. It's like my eyes flicker till that moment and then everything comes into focus. Just like on tv. Yup, that's me. Buuuuuuuuut...these past 3 or 4 mornings, I haven't been able to get that first sip, nor second, third or any for that matter. My mini (borrowed) gas burner ran out of gas and it's been a huge pain. I haven't been able to cook anything, and the local "24 familymart" staff has really gotten used to seeing my face, while I pick up something, usually crappy, to munch on. Back to the workout bit though. So...I crawled out of bed feeling grumpy, knowing I wouldn't have any morning "pick me up" and headed out the door to the gym. One of the great things here is the view you get walking nearly anywhere. What's been my consolement these last couple of days waiting for coffee till work, is walking anywhere and seeing all the mountain peaks spread out behind the city everywhere. It's amazing, all the crooks and edges jutting out everywhere, snow caps on some, others just sheer rock. I wonder if this is what it's like in Colorado in the spring. I keep meaning to take a picture of them, with the city buildings in the foreground. I'll get around to it one of these days. Oh....working out.....it turned out ok, not really that bad. Isn't that how it almost always is though?