There is a golds gym a few blocks from my house. One of my very good friends miraculously has the motivation and the energy to ride his bike there every single morning. He pulls on his y-string tank top, grabs a protein bar and heads right out the front door.

Naturally, I end up feeling guilty and my innate competitive streak kicks in. His dedication to bodybuilding inspires me to get out there and join him, despite the fact that I am not a happy morning person.

In my grandiose grogginess, I somehow remove myself from my warm and cozy bed and automatically engage in all of the necessary morning business without much memory of doing it.

After getting dressed and pulling my matted hair back into a ponytail, I grab my workout bag and water bottle. This is when I usually realize that I am not sure where my car keys are. As I look for them I am tempted to just sit down at my kitchen table and have a hot cup of coffee. My thoughts whisper, "You can just go tomorrow... one day will not hurt... just go back to bed and crawl under those lovely and soft blankets..."

I sigh dramatically and loudly in an attempt to push those thoughts out of my own head. I finally find my keys and listen to the squeaks from my sneakers against the hardwood floors, as I drag my feet back towards the front door, locking it behind me.

Walking down the block I see my good friend riding his bike towards me wearing his sexy California Crazy Wear Workout Pants trousers. As he approaches he says, " Good morning beautiful! Good to see you. Ready for a fabulous workout?"

"Yes, " I answer and am filled with gratitude for his presence.

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