There are only so many hours in the day. There are 80, in fact, but that’s a story for another post.

I used to get up at 4:30 every morning and work out. I guess it started with my elliptical machine, E.T. And then he broke. LOL, I probably exceeded his capacity. Hey, stop laughing — it’s not funny! OK, it’s a little bit funny.

And then I bought that recumbent cycle. Lame excuse for an exercise machine that POS is.

And then there are the treadmills. Well, I guess I really only needed one of them. But running just sucks for my tendonitis, so that’s out.

And that’s what happened to my early morning workouts.

So something had to give and I’ve kind of mentioned it before. There’s this fitness center, complete with super-cute fitness lady, but she’s not part of the story. And they’ve got bikes — good ones. They’ve got elliptical machines. They’ve got steppy machines — wicked torture devices, those.

But when am I supposed to do any of that? Well if you ran off and read that post I linked to, you might have noticed the couple hours for lunch. Sure, they’re only eighteen-minute-long hours. But still, on the 24-hour clock, that’s nearly 40 minutes wasted.

And I have I ever talked about my RLF’s and the lunch time? I just got really tired of them. The most inane conversations about football and golf and women in sweaters and black pants. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I was blowing off lunch more and more.

And then it hit me. Bird, other bird, stone. So as soon as my boss takes off for his 90 minutes of God only knows what he does at lunch time — that’s when I head downstairs and work out. With a shower, it ends up taking a solid hour plus out of my day. I grab something and eat it at my desk. As long as I’m looking busy when boss-man strolls back to his office, it’s like I never left.

So I’ve made some adjustments, but it’s definitely worth it. Those RLF’s and those 45 pounds (so far) — I don’t even miss them.