Thursday, August 2, 2007

The tragedy of the unheard alarm

Last night I drooled when I read "500's and above" on the workout schedule for this morning. As the hours ticked away and I worked on getting general availability ready to turn on today for our new ultimate baby bottle (it'll happen at noon and they're gonna sell out immediately so if you need a 100% polycarbonate-free bottle, get there), I reminded myself to GET TO BED so I could get up and slam out some 500's.

This morning my ears were clogged with manufacturing and fulfillment issues and I didn't hear my alarm at 5:15. At 6:15 I awoke with a terrible sinking feeling due to the amount of light streaming in through the windows.

"Honey?" I asked my husband, "I didn't hear my alarm?"
"Be back by 7:45," he grumbled, knowing exactly what I wanted.
"Sweet!" I exclaimed in a whisper. I love getting that late morning extension when I miss my calling. And off I went for the workout, which was basically this:

500, 500, 500, variations on 500s, 500.

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