There is a perfectly logical reason as to why I am sleeping in my running clothes.
I only have the time to go running on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Tomorrow (Wednesday) is one of the final two rehearsals of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe before opening night next Monday. Normally I go running immediately after my last class, which ends at 2:50. However, tomorrow I have an appointment at 3:00 to rehearse with my duo partner for acting class. Rehearsal starts at 6:30—probably earlier—and the time it takes to run, stretch, shower, and eat is at minimum one and a half hours. If I waited until four to run, then I would not be done until 5:30, and for all I know that’s when we’re starting rehearsal. So because I am rehearsing at 3, I will not get to run tomorrow unless I run in the morning.
Using the same measurement of 1.5 hours of running/stretch/shower time, if I’m going to get in the maximum amount of acting practice time in before going to my 10:00 class, as well as having my daily time with God (which, I find, is best done in the morning when things are quiet), then I need to hit the treadmill at precisely 7:00.
This means I need to roll out of bed at 6:45. If I sleep in my running clothes (sans shoes), I can sleep five more minutes and not have to get up until 6:50, which gives me time to walk to the gym and fill my 32 oz. water bottle.
This also implies that if I plan on getting a full night’s sleep of seven glorious hours, then I need to hit the hay as soon as possible. It is currently 11:19.
In summary (and to prove that I have a point other than to give you an obnoxiously detailed description of how tomorrow will hopefully run), because of an alteration in my afternoon schedule, I will have to get up and run first thing in the morning: a task which will be easier if I don’t have to fumble around in the dark of early morning for my running clothes.
(Really all that’s happening here is that I’m trying to save myself five minutes. But when it comes to sleep, every. Second. Counts.)
My real point: humans can’t be two places at once. If they could, life would be a lot easier. But we can’t, so it isn’t. We have been given only so much time every day, and we can shift our location but we can’t shift time. The minute someone figures out how to do that, let me know, because it would really come in handy.
It’s not much of a point, but it will have to do. For now.
You do such a good job at putting our feelings and jumbled, frantic morning routines into words!!
Haha. Best of luck tomorrow, mi amiga!! 
Mankind just thought they were freeing up time with the invention of sliced bread. But, nope, two more things just came along to take the place of slicing. Jog happy!
Well, that whole thought process was entertaining, but I’m just glad you’re finding time to stay healthy!
You are like the Minute Men, sleeping with their muskets by their side, or a fireman, always ready to jump into their pre-set pile of clothes and slide down the pole. You go, girl.