It’s a Friday morning at 5:30 am and I am awake. I don’t have work or a screaming baby so…why in the world am I up? Well, one might say I am righting a past wrong or fixing a mistake or making the world a better place, one shed at a time. No, I’m not cleaning my shed, I’m moving it. I did this not long ago. It’s kind of a big deal. I have three sheds that are very handy, very full, and very heavy. I can’t possibly move them, even if they were empty. I have to call a crane company to come and pick them up and move them, even if I only need them moved a few feet. Like, say, ten feet. Yes, that is how far my $430 is moving my sheds.
There are times when I wish I was a morning person. When I actually do get up this early and get stuff done, it is an amazing feeling. The house is quiet and I can focus and get loads of things done without any interrupting. My Facebook friends are mostly still asleep as well so, no distractions there. The problem comes around 11:30 am when I completely run out of steam. That is when I remember why I like sleeping in.
Don’t get me wrong, I get up at 5:30 every day of the work week. There is just something different about getting up that early when I don’t really “have” to that makes my entire day thrown off in a good/bad way. The good is all the stuff I get done. The bad is the entire afternoon I tend to sleep away.
My sister is a morning person. She gets up at the crotch of dawn and runs or bikes or swims or does any number of self punishing activities. I think about how awesome that must be. I think about it while I lay in bed, watching the sun creep through my windows. I think about that when I go to bed. Sometimes I even plan to get up early and follow her example. But I rarely do. My rationale is that I prefer to workout/exercise at night. Of course, I don’t do that either….
My daughter did manage to drag me to the gym on Wednesday. I’m so impressed by her. She is in amazing shape. She spends two hours a day at the gym doing painful things like squats, and…well, it seems like we did a lot of squats. This could be why she has a great back view and why I can’t sit down without crying out in pain. I’m supposed to go again today and do arms. Hmm this sounds like a lot of fun. The only problem I see is, how will I get up off a chair if my arms are as weak as my legs? I’ll end up rolling around the floor helplessly. Maybe I should insist she buy me one of those medic alert things for when I fall and can’t get up.
Cause I said so.
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