I'm writing this entry from the gym as I await my last victim of the day. And perhaps wisely she's not going to show. Actually, I take that back. She's missing out on something great. I'm just not sure what it is though. The title is a feeling that I have. It's something that's been percolating inside of me for a while and like the spring flowers waiting for the right moment to appear and mesmorize it's right there under the surface.

So many people think that because I ran a half marathon on Saturday and did a 100 kilometer bike ride on Sunday that I’d have lost weight this weekend. Yeah right! I’m probably 3 or 4 pounds heavier than I was when I set out on Friday. How can that be? They all ask me. Hmmm….lets see…perhaps because I’m a gluttonous pig!

See you tomorrow....

Steve is heading over here in the next few minutes so this may be a terribly short and sweet entry. Or I may get back at it later tonight after I get back from the salt mine! Actually I like today’s schedule. 3 clients in the morning – the first one not until 9:30 – and then 4 clients in the late afternoon/evening. With a 3 hour hiatus for working on the site in between.

It’s been a busy few days for me so I’ve been bereft in my blog duties. And today isn’t much different from any other. Fortunately I got the following email from a good friend of mine who still lives in San Diego. I hope that one day I can write something remotely close to this.

Ah….another day and another cadre of clients feeling happier and healthier…..and if I’m not careful, I may well be yet another statistic myself. I’m planning on heading to work and actually going for a brief jog. And truth be known, it’s not exactly because I’m in the mood or inspired to do it (okay, I’m not actually dreading it) I’m pretty much forcing myself. Because I’ve got this flipping half marathon in 10 days and have only run once since I sprained my ankle doing the Charlie Post 15K. a couple of weeks ago. Which isn’t my greatest concern in all honesty. It’s the fact that I’ve got brand new running shoes! My old ones are toast. So I have to break some new ones in. And the 3.5 miles I ran on Monday probably aren’t quite enough.

Well crap.....I'm even starting my blogs out with excuses nowadays. Not even waiting for the opportunity to sneak one in! And if I wanted to I could go on with this disposition and beat myself up for letting myself down...or I can stick a few words down here and there and pat myself on the back for actually taking on what I have. Which is what I think I'll do,

I’m still thinking about my general apathy and laziness over the past month. Where did it come from? Why did it happen? Is there a way to see it, whatever it is, occurring? What’s it all about, Alfie!

I was rereading my entry from the other day and was reminded of something that House – the doctor on the telly show – said in an episode. He said that there’s ‘always a logical explanation for everything.’ And the entry I’m talking about is the one where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And if House is right then there has to be a reason. Which will explain the title of this blog entry.

The saying ‘I woke up on the wrong side of the bed’ describes exactly how I feel today. Actually how I felt this morning as I was getting ready to go to work. Now I’m feeling a thousand times better. And it leads me back to a previous blog and something I mentioned regarding why we’re here on this planet – I could have said ‘this time around’ but that’s a completely different discussion.