When your day begins at 7am and ends after 9pm, there’s no time to exercise. Well, that’s what I wanted to tell myself at least. No two days in my week are alike, which I actually prefer, but it can be difficult at times to plan workouts. Tuesday night, when I was setting my alarm for Wednesday morning, I decided that an excruciatingly early run on the treadmill was necessary.
I can function relatively well off of only a few hours of sleep (granted I do have a regular bedtime fit for a five year old), so I figured what the hell, why not get on the treadmill at 4:30am? I have an awful habit of waking up in the middle of the night and checking my phone, and on occasion, even responding to emails/texts at 3am. Of course there’s only an abundance of messages at that hour because the sender either a) is unaware of the fact that I become unreachable by 10pm, or b) is located in a different time zone.
So, when I woke up and did my routine message check, I realized that I was supposed to be getting out of bed, not scoping out Rue La La’s sale of the day.
picture via Rue La La
As an act of protest, I tossed my phone on my side table and buried my head under my covers. There was no way I was waking up. Then I continued to lay there and have an internal debate with myself, trying to rationalize staying in bed for another glorious hour.
This is ridiculous. It’s 4:30am. I am not getting up.
Get your ass out of bed and get on the treadmill.
You’ll be working 14 hours today, you need some extra rest.
That’s a load of crap. If you can manage a workout the morning after prom night, you can manage a workout this morning.
Just skip your damn workout! Who cares!
Did I skip my workout yesterday? Yup, I definitely skipped it yesterday. Shit, I think I had like seven cookies last night, too.
Five minutes later, I fell out of bed, threw on my running shoes (I may or may not have worn my pajamas on the treadmill…a luxury of working out at home), and turned on my iPod. All it took was some loud and motivating music (none of that Taylor Swift whiney shit), and I was actually enjoying a crack-of-dawn-this-is-way-too-freaking-early workout?
Sure, it sucks, but think of it this way: Monday through Friday, 4:30am signals the time you wake up for a workout. On Saturday through Sunday, 4:30am signals the time you start stumbling home from the bars. Okay, maybe Friday through Sunday.
There are days when the circumstances are ideal—you’re off work early, it’s a gorgeous spring evening, and all of a sudden, you feel as if you could run for miles—and then there are days when the circumstances are less than ideal. Don’t get me wrong, I love lounging on the sofa while watching Gossip Girl, but sometimes you just have to force yourself to exercise. I’m truly passionate about physical fitness and health, but let’s be honest, there’s a level of vanity involved. Anyone who says they exercise solely for health is lying.
Most importantly, the early morning workout didn’t kill me.
What time of day do you exercise?
If you work out in the early morning, do you try to convince yourself to get out of bed (or stay in bed!)?