As everyone’s gotta know by now, I’m feeling pretty baller about my early-morning workouts these days. For a “non-morning person,” I’ve been surprisingly happy to pop out of bed at 6 a.m. to bang out a few miles on the treadmill before work.
Today, as I was going through this rhythm for the third time, I was starting to realize there are upsides and downsides to the madness that is getting up early to work it out.
- By 8 a.m., I am DONE running for the day. And that is the best feeling.
- I feel like a sheltered child finally let out to play when I can do fun things after work and not be stuck going to the gym.
- I don’t have to wash my hair at night. Fantastic.
- My towel at home stays clean longer. That means less laundry. That is awesome.
- My mind is slower; therefore, it’s not as quick to tell me how bored it is on the treadmill.
- The 6:30 a.m. clientele at the gym is more attractive than the 4:30 clientele.
- I don’t have to be a bag lady and lug my gym clothes to work.
- I get to pet the cute doggies who roam my gym in the morning (normal?)
- Some say a morning workout gets your metabolism really kickin’. Some say it’s the same. I’m choosing to believe the former.
- My recently-blow dried hair looks better for work than my thrown-up-in-a-ponytail-because-I-just-woke-up hair.
- I can’t forget anything for the gym! But now I have to worry about forgetting something for work. One of these days I’m going to show up to work without pants on.
- I have to go to bed earlier. I hate that. I’m still 8 years old and I like to stay up late in my jimjams.
- My body’s not too smooth in the morning, so my workout takes a while to get kickin’. Therefore, I get less miles in.
- The gym is cuh-rowded in the morning! What are all you crazy people doing here?
- I’ve got less energy to talk to Jamie while I run. Headphones = in. Now.
- I feel like I’m back at field hockey camp when I shower with flip flops on.
- I don’t have the sunniest disposition in the morning. I’m less smiley to the aforementioned attractive clientele.
- The 60 year old lady on the treadmill beside me is very close to getting a punch in the neck if I have to smell her perfume for another mile. See #6. Use a lighter hand when applying your scent of potpourri-mothball-roses.
Aside from the perfume scent strangling me from the treadmill to my right, I’d say the positives outweigh the negatives.
Dear early-morning workouts, I never thought I’d say this, but I like ya.
And, for all those non-morning people out there, here’s a playlist that’s sure to wake your sleepy body up:
And before I go, I’ve gotta share some of the top search terms leading to my blog yesterday:
They must have known it was mom’s birthday yesterday. And remember when I got my ring stuck and had to go to the fire department to have it cut off?