The messages bounce back and forth. Are we meeting at 6 or 5:30am? Yup bright and early at crack o’dawn. Through the flurry of messages it is decided, alarm is set for 4:50 and to bed I go, secretly hoping maybe someone will bail and I can reset the alarm and go back to sleep.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…..the blaring alarm startles me awake. Check my phone….no messages, ugh…here we go. I asked for this. But somehow waking before the sun is even thinking about coming up never seems to get easy.
I arrive and the first thing I think the boys say to me is “you look tired”. Well at least I look like how I feel. But the workout was already decided upon. Hills Repeats with a recovery in between. We start…easy jog and then up.
Pictures don’t quite do the hill justice. But let’s just say heart pounding, arms pumping and definitely out of breath by the top. Of course after 4-5 times up I am finally awaking and now thankful for these boys and getting out of bed to conquer my workout before work. We are getting it done.
The consequence of the tri. Great friends who all secretly wish someone else would bail but then all are grateful for the accountability to get up, get out and get it done.