Go ahead and call me crazy, but I have recently discovered the joys of waking up early and spending the first hour of my day alone and in peace and quiet. It started a few moths ago when I was trying to figure out when in the world I could go running, since by the time I got home from work I was pretty wiped. Plus there was the whole question of when dinner would happen in that equation – if I ate when I got home, I didn’t have adequate time to digest before running (bad idea!). If I waited until after running, it was getting pretty late for dinner. What’s a girl to do?
So, I decided to try getting up at 5:30am and running before breakfast. I’ll admit, the first time I tried it I thought I was nuts. It’s so DARK at 5:30am! And it’s so EARLY. And did I mention it’s DARK? But after going on a nice, albeit poorly lit run I felt great and was so glad I did it.
Fast forward to today and I (willingly!) get up at 5:30am every weekday. I don’t always go for a run – sometimes I just use the time to eat breakfast and read in peace…unless Jasper realizes I’m up, then it usually involves some pretty intense negotiations about when he is allowed to get up. But I really value that time to myself in the morning. I must or I’d never bound out of bed that early. I’m not even tempted to hit the snooze!
Isn’t it funny how something you never thought you’d want to do can become something you really enjoy? There are moments when I think that at last I know my self pretty darn well. And then there are times when I wonder if I’ve ever met me.