Dragged myself out of bed at 4:15 this morning to get some coffee, a shower and head to Thursday morning yoga at 5:45. Every Thursday, I curse myself for committing to this. I wonder why I live so far away from my gym. I tell myself I'm nuts to do this. And I always hope I didn't mess up the alarm clock so my husband wakes up in time to get the kids ready and get them to school. Even the dog is snoozing.

I get to the gym. I look like crud, but at least I'm dressed and have my mat. At my gym, folks are already working out. Some, who got here hours ago, are leaving. When do they sleep?