So, I’ve been on a tiny (well, not really tiny) sabbatical from the gym. I won’t go into why, per se. Let’s just say that the couch is really, really comfortable. And when you combine that oh so comfortable couch with a carton of ice cream, well, there you go. Anyway, I decided to stop being a baby and get back to exercising regularly.
Last night began my weekly ritual: after work, I headed to the gym for an hour or so. And you know what? I enjoyed myself. (For the most part, I do enjoy exercise. It hurts, I complain, my limbs cry out for relief and said comfortable couch, but deep down, I like it. Yikes. Quite an admission. But it’s true…)
The delusions of grandeur came during the drive home: That was a good workout. But it’s really better to work out in the morning. At least that’s what I’ve read. Ok, here’s the plan: I’ll go to bed early, wake up at 5am and go the gym, which gives me plenty of time to get ready for work when I get back home. In fact, maybe I can do 5am workouts every other morning during the week. Shouldn’t be so bad. Good plan!
Here we go…
Delusion #1: This “waking up at 5am” business. I am sleep-deprived. Therefore, getting to bed at a reasonable time (Delusion #2: I’m a career night owl) and waking up bright and early to work out? Nope. I went to bed to early last night and slept right through the 5am wake-up call, mostly because my body needed that rest and will always need it. Not going to happen.
Delusion #3: This “waking up at 5am” business every other morning. See above. Ha! Ha!
In hindsight, I recognize that I was happy and excited that the initial plan came together, that I was able to get to the gym last night. I also recognize that this happiness and excitement led to promise-uttering/visions-of-leaving-the-house-at-dawn/crazy talk mania. In reality, I’ll stick to the evening workout routine and take advantage of weekend mornings where I don’t have to rise too early in the morning.
Reality is so much better than 5am.