I wouldn't say that I am exactly a morning person or a night owl. As soon as my feet hit the floor, whether its 4 a.m. or 9 a.m., I have a smile on my face. Those minutes between my alarm going off an my feet hitting said floor, I turn into some unrecognizable being. Evil, manipulative and whiny. It is not a pretty thing. The worst thing for my partner is that I prolong that time period by insesantly hitting snooze, rewaking the beast every 4 minutes. For this reason, working out in the morning has been out of the question. The only driving force getting my butt out of bed is breakfast. Unless I am getting fed at the gym, I would rather stay home and grumble until the very last minute and then rush to scarf down food before I start my day.
With my new schedule, I have been getting up to workout at 6:00 a.m. fairly regularly. Eww. When I joined, I never had any intention to see the morning classes. Ever. It just seemed to be the only thing that worked in my schedule for one reason or another the last few weeks. But... I have been doing it. I think it has only been successful because I am up and out before I have enough energy to come up with an excuse as to why I should skip the gym. Whatever the reason, it is working. I have kept to a schedule, even with these knee injections. I have not missed a workout yet and have even added a few. Could this become a new "thing" afterall?
This morning, an amazing thing happened. My alarm was set for 7:40 a.m., a scheduled rest day due to my knees. I actually looked forward to sleeping in a little. I planned to wake up at the first alarm and promised myself that I would not hit snooze since I was getting an extra hour and a half sleep. At some point this morning, I woke up on my own. The sun was out so I knew it had to be close to the dreaded time of doom. The end of my scheduled slumber. Funny, I realized that I was wide awake. I didn't need to roll back over and savor the last few minutes that I had left. I decided just to just get up and get moving. I looked at the clock and it was 6:04. I nearly stumbled back into bed. Was I, Lori Adams, up one her own before 8a.m.? I got up, did a load of laundry and made myself paleo pancakes with scrambled eggs for breakfast. I had coffee, but I didn't actually need coffee. I mean, having to get up so early, I have made a very successful attempt to get my butt in bed by 11 every night. Some days are better then others, but it beats the 1 a.m. bedtime I had become accustom to when I was working out at 7 p.m. every night. I think I have officially reset my internal clock. I mean, I could be wrong, but it sounds reasonable. This could start a whole new chapter in my life. "LIFE BEFORE BREAKFAST." .
I will have to say that the whole getting up early and working out is kinda cool. If I take the 6:30a.m. CrossFit class, I am home by 7:40 a.m. Oddly enough that is the time my regular alarm is set for. Without hitting snooze 12 times, I get a lot more out of my morning. I have been able to get up and make a good hearty breakfast. I get to drink coffee and relax. I take my time getting up and when I walk out of the door for work, although somehow I am still 2 minutes late, I am much less stressed. I think I can live with this new change.
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