Ah waking up on a Monday morning, it's just greeeeeat [note the sarcasm here]. With Rocket back at work this week there was no morning run today. I could have, should have and would have woken up and gone running by myself but my motivation on a Monday morning to get up is definitely in the minus numbers because I know what follows getting out of bed -- the cold club.
Mondays always start off on an exceptionally rough note because it's the day we do an intense cleaning of the club, it's the day we get the most new members because of the "weekend guilt" that plagues the city, and it's all kicked off with a lack of heat. I kid you not when I say I am almost in tears when I have to get dressed on Mondays. You see, the heat runs out during the weekend whenever we have members and sponsors over for whatever, like Free Train and meetings, which is basically every weekend, so come Monday the oil in the heaters has run dry. Consequently, there's no heat blasting on my body while I dress and no heat heating up my clothes for me to change into. It's just me with my crispy cold clothes standing in a super chilly club getting changed and it is painfully uncomfortable. Today it was so chilly in fact that I resorted to positioning one of the hair dryers so that it would blow on me while I got dressed.
And so much for hanging up the laundry this morning. I had accidentally left it overnight in the machine and it all froze. All the clothes were bone stiff, crumbled up in one big massive ball in the machine. Not cool. The oil truck came late with our oil delivery today so while members trained you could see their breath in the air and those who were working up a sweat looked as if their bodies were smoking as the sweat elaborated.
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