I’m sick.

Stuffy nose, sore throat, pressured ears.  Yay!! (read: complete sarcasm)

This morning I was in a pickle – do I go to the gym in my exhausted state or do I remain a lifeless lump curled up in bed?

The decision wasn’t even as straightforward as gym or no gym. For a bit of context: I work in NYC during the week, but my gym (and trainer Tara) are in Boston, where I technically live. So this morning as I was contemplating whether to get out of my warm, soft, amazingly comfortable bed, that bed happened to be in a NYC hotel room.

Unable to decide & not thinking clearly, I did what any other sleepy person would do: I pressed snooze on my alarm. 5 times.

By the 6th time, I realized that I had decided by default, and I was staying in that bed for better or worse. I called up Tara who immediately commented on my smoking man’s crackly, croaking voice and said to take it easy and we can pick up tomorrow instead.

With that blessing, I went back to sleep for a wonderful 4.5 more hours and woke up confident that I was better off for it!