Woke up at 5 to work-out. But Marc just didn't want to get up. Neither did I, but I could tell I was more awake than him. I have come to the conclusion that I will have to be the strong one in this endeavor. It is going to have to be me dragging his sorry backside out of bed for a couple of weeks until he starts feeling the motivation. It makes me aggravated at myself for letting it go this morning and staying in bed. It will not be so tomorrow. Marc you are fore-warned, just don't hate me in the morning.