Chicago's Finest at 5am

So I have the ridiculious job of opening VQ and starting the 5am workout on Tuesdays. It's a miserable job, but I get my intesity ride out of the way and have Tuesday nights off. Kinda sweet.

My bike was at E's house b/c I got home so late on Sunday night and went right there. And he couldn't bring it over b/c my diva of a bike needs a special contraption to fit on the Jeep rack... she's so needy. So last night we decided to get up early and go to his house, put my bike on my car so I could make it to VQ by 5am.

So we had to get up at 4:15, at the latest.

The power in my house went off at 2am. I have no idea why I woke up and noticed it was out. Maybe there was a noise that woke me up. I never sleep well the night before I have to do something so early. So I was up at 2am, set my phone alarm and tried to go back to sleep. Not so easy.

At 4 I woke E up and we got ready in the dark. Getting ready in the dark can really make you sleepy. And quiet, for some reason. We were both up, I don't know why we were whispering. Funny.

So by the time we got to E's and got my bike on the rack it was only 4:15 or so, I was at VQ by 4:25.

So I could a) Go inside and start working out... but I would just have to get off the bike to set up everyone else's workout.
I could b) Go inside and get my bike set up and change, puts around and get ready for the workout for 20 minutes... but I could do all that while eveyone else was setting up.
Or I could c) Take a 20 minute cat-nap and get up at 5, when everyone else arrives.

I chose C.

Remember that VQ is in kind of a strange place. It's on Elston, just North of Webster. Which makes is definately commercial, not really the kind of place people take cat naps on Tuesday mornings.

My cat nap wasn't really an in-depth sleep. I had NPR on and was really only 80% asleep. But hey, I'll take what I can get at this point. Suddenly there is a rapping on my window. It's one of Chicago's finest.

Cop: "Good morning"
Me: "Hi"
Cop: "Are you Ok?"
Me: "Yea, just waiting to start the 5am workout"
Note - Remember VQ is a black door, kinda like a LA nightclub. It's not obviously a gym.
Cop: "Workout? Where?"
Me: "There"
Cop: "Ok, well it's about that time"
Me: "Great! Thanks for waking me up!"

A big thanks to Chicago's finest for checking on the passed-out girl in the bike jersey randomly asleep at 4:50am on a Tuesday morning in a random commercial part of town. Nice job.