night.jpgOver the past week I have managed to drag my lazy carcass out of bed and get to the gym before work. Some of you may be thinking “For the love of God, why?” or “Hey, haven’t you written several times on the awesomeness of sleep?” or even “Whoop-de-doo.  Whaddayawant, a medal?”

The third comment notwithstanding, I am doing this for two reasons.  The first is because my job mostly involves me sitting virtually motionless in front of a computer all day and I need more than the usual 30 minutes/day of cardio I had been getting.  The second is that I have a number of projects I am juggling at home so I can’t simply tack on another half hour to my workout at night.  Something had to give to make these mandatory yet seemingly incompatible targets reachable, and that something is two hours of sleep in the morning.  So I have been getting to the gym early, doing a 30 minute treadmill workout followed by a quick upper body rotation, then getting to work early.  I love the extra energy and I am trickle-charging my comp time pool.  Pretty sweet.

But all is not happy…  The OFNOGs are there in much greater numbers in the mornings than in the evenings.  That was to be expected, though.  I have updated the counter in the sidebar to include this week’s count.  I won’t go into details.

Ok, just one detail.  One OFNOG was standing at the urinal taking care of business in a pose that can only be described as “slouchy orangutan at parade rest”.  Yep, both hands clasped loosely behind his back.  Freaking weird.

Hmmm… Since this is getting a little longer than I expected it to be, I will break this down into several articles instead of writing one giant one.

Although I talk about them a lot, the OFNOGs are not the only creatures of interest at my gym, you know.  Look for future articles describing the other fascinating life forms that inhabit the building such as: Whistler’s Great-Grandfather, The Screaming Peacocks, The Clustering Chucklers, The Towel Princess, and many more!

Stay Tuned!