It's before 7 p.m. I should go to bed, but I know if I do I'll only stare at the ceiling for a good 45 minutes to an hour. That's if I'm lucky. I just know I'll still see 9:00.
My husband came home, opened his mail, talked to me for a bit while I was still sautéing some veggies for my dinner, checked his phone, set the alarm for 3 a.m. and got ready for bed.
I won't be able to wake up with him because I'm still awake now.
This new lifestyle is already challenging, and it honestly hasn't truly begun. It's so hard to reprogram myself when a) bedtime was anywhere from 10 p.m.-12 a.m. and b) I am NOT a morning person--I will maim anyone blocking the path to the coffee maker.
Mornings are our time together now, and I'm not entirely on board yet. After Devin's workouts for the day, he does make me a hot breakfast, so that's something to look forward to. Sure beats grabbing a granola bar before flying out the door.
This morning I DID have to pry myself out of bed before 4 because Devin was only going to the gym for a swim; he would do the run on our treadmill at home. So, in an effort to complete 1.5 miles before he came home, I managed to challenge myself today.
**Side note: I am not a runner. My mom has always compared my efforts to that of a turtle. It's not far from the truth.**
After warming up a bit at 3 mph and doing a brisk walk at 4-4.5 mph for several minutes, I turned the speed up to 5-5.5 and somehow, through the panting and feelings of desperation, I kept that pace for an entire half mile in just under 6 minutes.
Please stop laughing now.
It hurt. I was dizzy. I cooled down, finished up the last few minutes to hit my 1.5 mile goal for the day and crawled upstairs toward the coffee that I had set to brew earlier. I was cleaned up, dressed, browsing social media and on my second cup before Devin walked in the door. And then he ran for probably an hour. Talk about a natural...showoff.
Other than breakfast, getting-ready time is really the only reward I can so far identify in this journey. Even if I don't get up until 4:30 or 5, I can still allot myself more time in the morning than I had been doing.
One thing's for sure: I'm still not a morning person, no matter how good the breakfast is.
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