The Evil of Halloween.
November 1st means two things, the beginning of November, and the "Festival of Mothers bringing their children's rejected candy to work." What a terrible terrible holiday. I'm only thankful that today, The 2nd, can only mean that the vultures have swarmed and cleaned out any of the good candy. Now all thats left are clear plastic wrapped hard candies and licorice. I have no problem with hard candies and licorice. I made it through the dreaded 1st of the month having only taken two packets of Smarties as who can resist their tiny little sweetness. (plus the vultures had already taken any chocolate)
I thought life was difficult this summer as I trained for the triathlon. Finding time to get in an intense work out was so incredibly difficult with having a full time job and a hyperactive dog that didnt enjoy hours of time alone. Working out at night was all I had. I had to go to the gym immediately after work so that I could work out and get home before the dog hit his 12 hours of "holding it" mark. If I missed the gym I would still have time to catch a walk or try and run after work in the neighborhood, but as I experienced last night, daylight savings time is not good to me. Its helping me to realize why I got up in the wee hours of the morning all winter long last year. Its like I have to come to the same revelations every winter. "Oh no! Its too dark to run in the ghetto after work!" Even though last night I squeezed in a 25 minute "pull along" with my dog, that will not work every day from now until February. Drastic solutions must be tailored. There's no way around it. If I'm going to reach my goals...I have to be one of the brave souls standing outside the gym when it opens....at 5am.
In one sense, this is a good thing. I'll get the workouts over with before my mind wakes up enough to protest. I'll get to say cool and noble things like "yeah, I wake up at 430 to get to the gym...no big deal." Once the evening rolls around I can just go straight home and lay around. (or not lay around, but do something proactive like clean or walk the dog (must abandon fatass mentallity)) I'm sure there are a zillion more benefits to working out at 5am, but I'm moving on...
The most difficult thing in adopting this new lifestyle is the first day. Waking up at 445 when your body is doing its best to tell you that you could sleep for TWO MORE HOURS if you let it....And you can too...two long luscious hours, under the warm covers, with your feather pillow under your head, cuddled up with your furry dog, sleeep...sleeeeep...sleeeeeep... (shake it off)..
But once you get up that first morning, against every fiber of your being, with absolutely nothing in front of you but grueling hard laborious working out and sweating and feeling all tired and Oww-y... Now thats tough stuff...Anyway, once you do it, thats it, its all over, then by the end of that first day youre so tired from having operated all day on no sleep that you fall into bed at 8pm to find yourself perking right up at the once dreaded 445.
Being that its Thursday....I have a couple of things working for me. Tomorrow is the day...Thats all there is to it...Its too perfect for it to not be the day. It's Friday, which means I'm already pushing the "I'm tired" envelope to its limits and I could legitimately lay down at 8pm tonight and my body would be convinced it was 1130. Its the first week of daylight savings time (or the antidaylightsavingstime..I dont know which is which) which basically means at 8pm, I think its 9 pm...and in the morning at 445, it will really only FEEL like 545...All very good points for me.. Also, tomorrow is Friday, there's no dressing up at work, so if I miss the window by a few minutes, no worries..I dont have to look THAT good anyway...
And before you even ask yourself the question, let me answer it for you, YES, I do think about things this hard all the time...No doubt.
So here it is...Tonight, I'll prepare the items: gym bag, shoes, running apparel, fresh clean water bottle, handy-dandy-grab-it-and-go breakfast, and whatever else I need to get my fatass to the gym. Then I'll snuggle down into my bed at 9pm a FULL 7.75 hours before 4:45. I'll goto bed no matter how crazy the dog seems, no matter what interesting thing I've found on the internet and E.R. be damned, I'm not staying up till 11 to see if Dr. Luka will speak any Croatian. He hasn't for a very long time...and I do have a DVR.
I thought life was difficult this summer as I trained for the triathlon. Finding time to get in an intense work out was so incredibly difficult with having a full time job and a hyperactive dog that didnt enjoy hours of time alone. Working out at night was all I had. I had to go to the gym immediately after work so that I could work out and get home before the dog hit his 12 hours of "holding it" mark. If I missed the gym I would still have time to catch a walk or try and run after work in the neighborhood, but as I experienced last night, daylight savings time is not good to me. Its helping me to realize why I got up in the wee hours of the morning all winter long last year. Its like I have to come to the same revelations every winter. "Oh no! Its too dark to run in the ghetto after work!" Even though last night I squeezed in a 25 minute "pull along" with my dog, that will not work every day from now until February. Drastic solutions must be tailored. There's no way around it. If I'm going to reach my goals...I have to be one of the brave souls standing outside the gym when it opens....at 5am.
In one sense, this is a good thing. I'll get the workouts over with before my mind wakes up enough to protest. I'll get to say cool and noble things like "yeah, I wake up at 430 to get to the gym...no big deal." Once the evening rolls around I can just go straight home and lay around. (or not lay around, but do something proactive like clean or walk the dog (must abandon fatass mentallity)) I'm sure there are a zillion more benefits to working out at 5am, but I'm moving on...
The most difficult thing in adopting this new lifestyle is the first day. Waking up at 445 when your body is doing its best to tell you that you could sleep for TWO MORE HOURS if you let it....And you can too...two long luscious hours, under the warm covers, with your feather pillow under your head, cuddled up with your furry dog, sleeep...sleeeeep...sleeeeeep... (shake it off)..
But once you get up that first morning, against every fiber of your being, with absolutely nothing in front of you but grueling hard laborious working out and sweating and feeling all tired and Oww-y... Now thats tough stuff...Anyway, once you do it, thats it, its all over, then by the end of that first day youre so tired from having operated all day on no sleep that you fall into bed at 8pm to find yourself perking right up at the once dreaded 445.
Being that its Thursday....I have a couple of things working for me. Tomorrow is the day...Thats all there is to it...Its too perfect for it to not be the day. It's Friday, which means I'm already pushing the "I'm tired" envelope to its limits and I could legitimately lay down at 8pm tonight and my body would be convinced it was 1130. Its the first week of daylight savings time (or the antidaylightsavingstime..I dont know which is which) which basically means at 8pm, I think its 9 pm...and in the morning at 445, it will really only FEEL like 545...All very good points for me.. Also, tomorrow is Friday, there's no dressing up at work, so if I miss the window by a few minutes, no worries..I dont have to look THAT good anyway...
And before you even ask yourself the question, let me answer it for you, YES, I do think about things this hard all the time...No doubt.
So here it is...Tonight, I'll prepare the items: gym bag, shoes, running apparel, fresh clean water bottle, handy-dandy-grab-it-and-go breakfast, and whatever else I need to get my fatass to the gym. Then I'll snuggle down into my bed at 9pm a FULL 7.75 hours before 4:45. I'll goto bed no matter how crazy the dog seems, no matter what interesting thing I've found on the internet and E.R. be damned, I'm not staying up till 11 to see if Dr. Luka will speak any Croatian. He hasn't for a very long time...and I do have a DVR.
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