"To be early is to be on time.
To be on time is to be late.
To be late is to be dead ... Or at least to run laps."
With the number of times I heard this in high school, you'd think I'd either be the most punctual person ever ... Or at least I'd be hella skinny.
Clearly neither of these things are true.
Recently, a friend posted a rant on Facebook about people who are always late.
And, unfortunately, it rang a wee but true on my end.
And while I wouldn't say "always," I would say "more often than I like."
So, since spending 30 days doing lunges or squats or planks is all the rage, I decided to make a valiant effort to be on time for 30 days. June 8 - July 7.
My apologies in advance to anyone I make plans with on July 8 when I might appear half a day late just to get back in a good rhythm.
Kidding.
Sort of.
So parameters for this experiment... "On time" refers to anything with a set time of when I'm supposed to be someplace.
"Time" as defined in relation to catching flights is simply making the plane. I know some of you would like to see me say I'll be at the airport 90 minutes early or some such nonsense. Please. Let's taper off the crazy sauce.
"Time" is also when I actually have to be somewhere, not when something unrelated to me starts. For example, check-in at SN is at 7 a.m. I don't work check-in. Therefore, no giving me grief about whether I'm hanging out 90 minutes before competition starts.
It does mean that I won't (hopefully) be sending my breakfast compatriot text messages with how I want my eggs from the elevator because I barely have enough time to shovel food in my face.
Stay tuned for updates ... Or, if you've also got issues in this area, feel free to join me with this one! (And judge away, but this could benefit a solid 80% of you ...) Muahahaha ...
