Talk About Your All-Time Backfires

So I've spent the last few days ribbing the wife a little bit about her lack of desire to get up and work out.

BIG mistake.

Last night, she tells me that she wants to start doing some of the classes at the gym before work. Which is great... except for the starting time. Tuesday through Thursday are for cycling, which starts at 6:00. Monday and Friday are for some other class... something having to do with weighted bars... and they start at 5:45. In the morning. Plus, we're trying to carpool to work a little more these days. Hey, that gas is pretty expensive now. Oh, boy.

So at 5 AM, the alarm goes off. It's still dark, and will be for quite some time. And she pretty much rocketed out of bed to go get ready. I stumbled around for a few minutes, trying to get my bearings, and finally got around to getting changed. We checked to make sure that we had everything we needed, packed the days lunch, and were out the door at 5:25 or so. And the kicker? The class started before we got there. On Friday, we have to get up earlier.

That'll teach me.