Harsh Mornings

Isn't it amazing how with all the billions of web pages that exist on the internet, one typically gets stuck in a rut of reading somewhere around 20?

Lately I've been afflicted with this problem. I seem to bounce between the BBC, a few various Twins blogs, Obama 08, Office Tally, and some other random crap. I can't believe that I've roped myself in on the internet. Super lame.

In other news, I am officially giving a senior trombone recital on Friday, April 4th at 8:30 P.M. It's going to feature works by Kreisler, McCarty, and Larsson. I'd highly recommend going, it should be fun. It's also frekking nerve wracking. It also sort of makes me want to throw my trombone through a frekking wall. Or at least run over it with a car.

The hard body plan has now become a regular part of my week. However, it has taken an ugly turn. To accommodate one of our more studious biology major friends, we have been forced to move our workout to 6:40 A.M. It's true, I'm waking up earlier than I did in middle school. Now, everyone should know that I am a morning person. I like nothing better than waking up early AFTER A FULL NIGHT'S REST, having a cup of freshly brewed coffee, a fresh baguette with brie, and possibly a small amount of bacon or other breakfast meat. It would be even better with some jazz on the radio and sun streaming in the windows.

Unfortunately, waking up ungodly early for the hard body plan after 5 or 6 hours of sleep does not qualify for my definition of an enjoyable early morning. For one thing, there is no freshly brewed coffee. It's too early for sun. And it requires a trek across the frozen tundra that is the football field, with nothing but a thin layer of nylon pants and an old sweatshirt protecting my delicate self from the harsh elements. We sit in a gym populated by approximately 2 types of people, being super ripped (nominally stupid?) jock type people and anorexic girls who probably spend 5 hours on the elliptical machines each day. Plus it smells. The only TV choices are soundless ESPN, CNN, and USA. A far cry from the pleasant scene described in the above paragraph. When facing severe exertion and grim surroundings, every second of sleep counts. Then the kid walked in a half hour late today. Rage.

I think that's it for tonight. Spring training has officially started, I'm going to try and work up a Twins preview sometime soon. Keep your eyes peeled. Later folks.