My boyfriend looked me in my big brown eyes yesterday and asked me to give it a shot. He said, "why dont' you get up early and take our little Bear for a long run, shower and start your day with a sweat. It will feel so good, I know you will love it". Immediate eye roll and a scoff. The thought of getting up early and running? "Amusing, babe. Real amusing", I retort. An alarm rings in our bedroom at 4:30am PST every single day.
I sleep right through it. The change in equilibrium in our bed, the commotion of boy and dog awakening and ready-ing, the lights, the door hinge that squeaks, the toilet flushing, the kiss good morning and good-bye, and the front door that opens, closes and double locks as he departs. As he departs, a morning person.
I sleep more. I roll over. I drift and I dream dreams.
And when I wake up what seems to be a half a day later, I secretly wish I was a morning person. I would fill my mornings with me time, blogging, sweating and/or slow walks with the dog. I would start my day off doing whatever I want. A run, a yoga class or perhaps a big, hot breakfast. Oh, to be a morning person.
So last night, I gave it that requested shot. I set my alarm for 6:30am PST. I commit and tell myself I will wake up and run with that little Bear.
And I sit here typing a little bit taller, a little prouder, a little bit closer to a morning person. Because you bet I got up, ran with the dog, showered and started the morning great. And the morning person of a boyfriend was right, I feel pretty rad.
But man, this day will never end! Morning people, such full days in your life, who knew?
Let's try it again tomorrow! I am a morning person in training!