I went to yoga this morning! Dragged my ass out of bed at 5:30am, brushed my teeth asleep and basically just zombied out my door. A good trick my ex-roommate Anita taught me was that if you want to work out early in the morning, wear your workout clothes to sleep. That way, you literally just roll out of bed and off you go. When I was living in NY, I lived in a building right on Wall Street, which was really cool. Anita was traing to run the NY marathon. I was just... um.. well, there to support her so to speak. We'd be up at 6 in the morning, slip on the running shoes and catching 40 winks in the 30 second ride down the building. The air in the morning was always cold and because we were right in the financial district with the big buildings and the Atlantic to our backs, we were always starting our runs in the middle of some wind tunnel, which almost always made you want to turn back into the elevator. But one of the best things about running in NY is that there is always something to see; there's always drama going on somewhere. One morning we ran past South Street Seaport and that smell of fish, is rather unforgettable. Anyone can make a 4 minute mile running past the fish market. On mornings when we wanted to do longer runs, we'd run up 5th avenue, so we could window shop while we ran and somehow, the run didn't seem long enough. There were always windows we wanted to see but didn't get to in the end. I don't know if I can go through with this yoga schedule I have now. Anita's obviously not here to drag my butt out of bed. The clothes thing was certainly helpful, but 5:30 was brutal. I do, however, like the feeling after yoga. Feels like someone gave you a really really good massage, which is quite unlike the heart pumping adrenalin rush after a run.