Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

To give you insight to how I start my day, I awake between 4:45 and 6:15 depending on my schedule. The first thing I do is say a morning prayer. After, I get a cup of water and head straight for the bathroom. Once there, besides the lights being turned on, the most important thing is the clock radio. Music must enter my day. In a weird way, I kind of let it determine what kind of a day it will be by which song I hear first. Somedays I can't find a good song to save my life, others, the hits keep coming. 98.7 is usually the best. If I can hear Hall&Oates, Michael McDonald and either a Billy Joel or something I haven't heard in ages, I know it will be a good Day. Today was average. Every station was on a song break, which is good, because I had to meet Susan for our WOG.
Tknesha joined us, which I enjoyed. The more the merrier. We did the same 4 mile length as last week. When Susan and I did our first run it was a cold morning. About 30 degrees. I overdressed and had four layers on top and two on the bottom. Needless to say, I was sweating the first quarter mile. All I could think was "I'm gonna catch on fire." My craziness coupled with my ego prevented me from speaking up and saying I needed a walk break. Hot and out of breath, I was still enthusiastic. Things could only get better, right? Well today, I was moderately dressed and left my ego at home. "Can we stop and walk?!" No studdering or panting at that point. I often compare myself to an old cadillac. I have to warm up before I can get going. I can't start off very fast, but once my second wind hits, I'm good. So I am usually panting pretty heavy in the beginning.
Afterward, I got home and turned the radio on. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Befitting, I think. And you know; today was a pretty good day.