Training Like A Champion

I was supposed to run my five miles approximately an hour ago. What happened? First, my bed came and wrestled my face into the pillows. Next, it squirted a magic sleeping potion into my fast. Last? I fell asleep, naturally. That sleeping potion was powerful stuff, let me tell you.

Somewhere in the midst of my slumber I asked The Boyfriend to make sure that I woke up at 6:30 p.m. Apparently he was listening, because at approximately 6:30 p.m. on the dot, he held his Crackberry in my face and let the "Rocky" theme song blast.

Da da dadadadadada da da, duhn duh duhduhduhduh duh duh duh duh...

I almost hit him in the face with one of my many pillows, but the effects of the sleeping potion that my bed squirted in my face approximately one hour ago weakened my defenses.

And now? Off to train like a champion. I.Am.So.Getting.Stronger.