This morning I woke up at 5:58 to the sound of my internal alarm, and approximately two minutes before the actual alarm. I debated getting out of bed early or waiting for the bzbzbz so I could hit snooze one time and wait five more minutes.
While getting up in the morning is challenging for many, I am undoubtedly a morning person. I love the morning and I genuinely look forward to my cup of coffee, playing mindlessly on my Ipad, listening to music in the background, maybe even relaxing on my patio on a particularly nice morning. If I wake up past 10 I feel as though I lost precious hours that I can never get back. This is probably one of the many reasons I was a very annoying child, roommate, and road trip buddy.Today, I gave myself the morning off. Today, I will not be the person posting on Facebook, “already ran 2 miles #you’restillsleeping” with a snarky smiley face at 6 a.m. (I’ve only done that one time, and I was not gloating! I was proud.) I want to blame John because he sleeps on the outside of the bed and I sleep against the wall. Climbing over John is like hiking a mountain at that hour. Dude is big. But, I can’t. Because I reset the alarm clock for 7. Then I periodically woke up nearly every five minutes and stared at the clock. Because I am crazy! I realize that it is impossible for me to just relax and to just fall back asleep. It’s a sickness. And when the clock struck 6:48 I felt guilty because for the past week I would be walking in the door because I just ran 2 miles and #you’restillsleeping. But this is where I need my balance. Sleep is good. Rest is good. Sometimes we all need to hit the snooze and say, I’ll try to get my run in later, and if I can’t it’s a good thing I only said I would do 52 miles in a month.