My doorman to me.
I shit you not. My doorman just called me a whiney butt. And if I don’t go for a run tomorrow morning I owe him $20.
He is psyched because after 6 years he feels pretty confident that tomorrow morning I will be in bed at 5:45am.
Between giving people money, people texting me and the slap I know everyone would pay to see but I would REALLY like to avoid - I better be getting my ass out the door in the morning.
I wonder how much time I need to leave myself to pre-run roll and poo…?