Yesterday I went to the gym after a long day of work. I didn’t feel like going, but someone once told me that those are the days one should REALLY go. I started out walking on the track, then I decided to go for a mile run. As I was running, one of the regulars told me not to stop and that I had another mile in me. I smiled at him, since I had my headphones on and kept on running. Afterwards I did some core work and the regular came up to me. “I knew you had it in you. The way you were running. Keep it up sweetheart,” he said. I smiled and said “Thank you! You helped with the motivation!”. It was true. His kind words and smile gave me an extra push to keep going. It feels good when someone believes in you. On top of that, I was having one of those days where I felt the world was against me. Having a stranger be nice, for no reason, was refreshing. I was reminded the power of a smile and kind words. Being nice to another person, can really change their whole day, and probably yours too. #shootsmilesnotpeople
All last week, I hit it hard in the gym, waking up an hour earlier, to fit in a work out. That left me with the nights, available to go for a bike ride or take my dogs for a walk. I was motivated and with the scale slowly going down, it was that extra push to get up each morning. I thought it would get easier, with this being the second week. I was wrong.
I question if I will ever naturally be a morning person. I have had multiple attempts and have came to the conclusion on several occasions that I am a born night owl. Who am I kidding? I was the girl that like to stay out all night and party, sleep in til 11 and not set my alarm. But, there comes a time, a few times out of the year, where I get the urge to give this morning routine, one more shot. Although I appreciate my free evenings, with the choices to do whatever it is I please, without the pressures of having to make it to the gym; I find myself lost at a decision as what to do with my extra time. Last night I made dinner, laid out with my book and a glass of wine until the sun started to go down, continued my book in a bubble bath and felt it was bed time. The problem was it was only 8:45pm and still light outside. I somewhat forced myself to go to sleep, since I have been beyond zombie like tired all week, but woke up feeling the same as a late night bedtime and pressed snooze for forty-five minutes before getting out of bed.
Is there any hope for me?
It makes me question if this waking up early and going to the gym thing is really worth all this tiredness? In addition to not knowing what to do with myself after work, I am too tired to stir up any motivation to be creative. Will this tiredness pass? Shall I continue to be a zombie in hopes of eventually becoming the desired morning person? I will give it a month, any more than that, and I don’t think I can handle the brain fog and fatigue any longer. If this all works out and I can become one of those consistent earlier rises, I will need to figure out what to do with all this extra time!
This whole week I embarked on a new routine of going to the gym in the morning before work. It hasn’t been easy. I am not a morning person naturally and tend to wake up all through the night (I am working on better sleeping habits as well). But, tired or not, I got up anyways and went to the gym. I put out my gym clothes the night before, packed my bag with a towel, items to get ready and an outfit for work. The first day, I was excited of course because I was doing something I had set out to do. The second day was a little tougher, as well as the next. Although this morning, was no different in that I was exhausted, I felt a sense of accomplishment of making it to Friday and achieving my goal. Being able to go grab dinner at the waterfront on our first Sunny day in Seattle felt great, because I knew I had already got my workout done for the day. On other days, instead of spending my evenings at the gym, I have gone on bike rides and walked my dogs. Getting some fresh air is equally important to me regarding my health. It feels good to finally be taking action and being on the right track, literally.