Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wanted: Drill Sergeant
This morning, I had to come to work extra early. About an hour and 15 minutes earlier than normal.
Coming in earlier to help set up the catering for a client meeting is not hard at all. You wait for the caterer, you point him to the appropriate conference room, let him set everything up, sign the receipt, wave goodbye - and then steal a cup of coffee before the meeting starts. I've done this countless times, although it's usually just a half hour early.
Dragging myself out of bed at 6:30 was torture today. I don't know how some people do it. I see them jogging in the morning and I want to shove them into traffic.
I tried listening to some very fast paced music on my iPod, but that didn't help much. All it did was make me walk funny. (Shut up)
Useless Fantasy: I would love to be able to get up early enough to go to the gym every single day - even in winter. I've determined that I'd have to get my ass out of bed at 6:30 in order to make it happen, so it is possible. I could theoretically get back to my apartment in time to resume my normal morning ritual.
You have no idea how many times I've tried this. The alarm goes off, I look at it, scoff, then reset it for 7:30.
I've only gone to the gym in the morning twice in my lifetime. The first time was incredible and I felt awesome all day long, like a superhero. The second time, a day later, I just could not do it, as I was just too exhausted. I struggled to get some momentum going on the stairclimber, but it was useless. I had no energy at all.
There are some people who can control their bodies, and there are some who let their bodies dictate what they do.
Guess which kind I am?
Hmm, maybe if I stay up all night, I'll get a second wind by the time 6:30 rolls around.