If you told me a year ago that I would get up at 5:30 am, get dressed and go to the gym, I would have laughed and laughed and laughed. Heck if you told me that I would get up at 5:30 am for any reason other than a fire, you would have gotten the same reaction.
Now, I get up at 5:30 am and go to the gym, or go out for a run or a bike ride. And I like it. And on the rare occasions when I oversleep, I hate that.
I converted to a morning exercise routine in late January because getting to the gym after work became impossible with my work schedule and I knew it would stay that way through March. Since my very first race was in April, if I planned to finish, I needed to adjust to a morning routine.
At first, I hated this. I mean HATED this. I am not an early morning person. I like to stay up and watch John Stewart at night. So the first week was torture. However, I did like the idea that my workouts were done when I went to work in the morning. And I was finding that even though it was a crazy stressful work time, I seemed to be handling the pressure better and getting through the 12-hour days more easily.
And even better, when I work out in the morning, it almost feels surreal, like I dreamt it instead of actually doing it. Wouldn’t that be nice? If we could stay cozy under the covers and dream ourselves fit? However, the changes in my body are proof that I am actually getting out of bed.
The last month, I let my morning routine slip a bit, partly because of some very disagreeable weather here, and I’ve been running and doing my other stuff after work. I don’t like it as much. It feels more like a chore. So I’m back to my morning routine as of last week. Much better.
Working out in the morning does mean getting to bed earlier. All I can say is I’m grateful for DVRs.