Thanks to a new, fun medication that has to be taken 30 minutes before breakfast, I found myself wandering the house this morning at 6:15 AM, unsure of what to do with the time between Now and Eating.
That’s hilarious, because my inner controller has a huge running list of things I should be doing in the morning. Here’s just a sample:
- Go for a morning run.
- Do yoga.
- Write a blog post.
- Work on your novel.
- Start laundry.
- Do dishes.
- Read books.
- Fix hair for work (vs. brush and go)
When you consider that my work day starts at 7:30 AM, that’s a huge list. Even with a 10 minute commute, I’d have to get up at 4 AM to do all that. Maybe earlier.
And then there’s the fact that I just don’t feel good in the mornings. I’m foggy, draggy, irritable, and extremely averse to cold. I want my tea, and I want it right now. No talking.
I’ve struggled for years with my running schedule, especially when training for a half marathon, and have never been able to establish a consistent morning run. I think the underlying truth is: I am not a morning runner because I don’t want to run in the morning. Likewise, I am not a morning writer because it’s just too much talking, too early.
Yet, here I sit, drafting this blog post at 7:00 AM. Here’s what I tried – “just this once” as a favorite yoga teacher likes to say. (It’s never “just this once”.)
I WALKED… for ten minutes… on the treadmill. As a runner, I would normally look down my nose at this as a workout. I told myself that this doesn’t replace my real run, which I’ll do later this afternoon. This one is just a bit of training for morning exercise. I wouldn’t start running 30 minutes per day if I were a couch potato. Maybe I shouldn’t start doing 30 minute outside morning runs without easing into it.
Then, I took a proper morning shower and put actual product in my hair. Usually, I take evening showers and try to minimize the morning grooming routine.
Finally, it was time for breakfast, and I decided to write a blog post while eating. At this moment, I’m eating peanut butter toast with flax meal and honey, and a hot cup of tea. For me, this post has been the writing equivalent of a short treadmill walk.
That’s OK, though – I’m in training.
photo courtesy Teresa Robinson via Flickr