Mornings

Its usually not the best idea to talk to me before 10am in the morning, especially if you don't see a cup of coffee in my hand. Now, of course, there are exceptions, like 10K mornings, but for the most part you best stay the fuck away from me. You see, I love sleep. Hence, I hate getting up. The moment of me easing my way out of bed is typically the worst 2 minutes of day. (ESPECIALLY when it's cold. brrrrrr!) I just have never been a morning person.
The thing is, I understand how great it feels to get up early and accomplish more before 11am than I usually accomplish all day. I understand that great feeling of being up before most of the City and travelling the freeways and streets free of traffic. I was almost lulled into the Morning Person way of thinking with all the runs I've been doing. But Thanksgiving Holiday brought it all back. Sweet Sweet sleep! How lovely it was to sleep in till 11am with nothing I HAD to do. Nothing pertinent to get up for. No alarm buzzing in my ear. No bags under my eyes.. Just the bliss of slumber...... Zzzzzzzzzz.