  I've been quite lethargic recently. Say that word several times, will you? Lethargic. Lethargy. Lethargiousness. It's a fun word. The funny thing about this, is that I've had such high ambitions for myself.
For example, every single day this week, I've set my alarm for 6 a.m., and yet have not gotten out of bed until at least 7:15. On Sunday I decided that I really wanted to hit the gym hard this week, and so I was going to train myself to get my lazy ass out of bed at 6, just like I used to do when I lived in Jersey and commuted to New York. Unfortunately, in my current apartment, where the urlLink gym is about a three-minute bike ride from bed, the motivation just isn't there.
Take this morning, for example. Last night, as I was heading to bed, I set the alarm for 6, as I usually do. I didn't really get to sleep until about 11:45, after I had watched the end of the Yankees game (which went to 11 innings) and The Daily Show, which was probably a bad idea for the whole getting-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn plan. I woke up at about 5:30 and thought to myself "I'm far too tired to be getting up in 30 minutes," so I re-set my alarm for 7. Unfortunatley, when the alarm went off at 7, I re-set it for 7:30. When it went off at 7:30, I hit the snooze button repeatedly until about 8:15, at which point I just re-set the alarm for 8:35.
That's when I finally got up. Gave me enough time to read the paper and have some breakfast before heading to work. If you're wondering how I can possibly be this lazy and still get to work on time, my office doesn't open for business until 10 a.m. It's great. So tonight I'm going to kick my own body's ass. Going to lift chest and back, and do 30 minutes of cardio.
Probably the elliptical, since my legs took until yesterday to recover from the 30 minutes I did on the treadmill on Monday. I don't want to be out of commission all weekend, when I'll be up in Cape Cod, so I'll take it easy on the ol' legs. 
