That machine won't row itself...

It's early. I'm awake. I'm tired. It's cold. Or I think it is. Outside, in the summerhouse sits my rowing machine. Unloved. Unused. Well, at least this morning. It'd be easy to lay here and wait for the day to start. To wait for the sleepy snuggles of our youngest. But despite the loveliness of that I'm going to kick start the day myself. Ok I won't be on water, I won't row in nature. But I'll be lapping everyone else dozing in bed. Yesterday that was me. You've got to mix it up a bit.