Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Well. That was unexpected.

It seems that the further I ease into the Fall/Winter season, the crankier I become. Maybe I have that seasonal disorder. *shrug*
So I thought that I would break out the Tae-Bo tape, let Billy Blanks whip my ass, and then maybe have a bit of energy and a better attitude.
I actually did the DVD Sunday in the afternoon. The chickens were messing around in one of the bedrooms, and I told OC to totally ignore the heavy breathing and blatant cursing coming from the living room. But if either of these stopped--to call 911.
She agreed.
So I did the whole damn DVD. Wasn't that bad. And so, in my infinite all-or-nothing personality wisdom, I decided I would get up an hour early Monday morning and continue the trend.
Keep in mind, I always told myself that I would do this only to smack the hell out of my alarm clock, reset it, and continue to sleep.
I would make it happen this time.
Monday morning rolls around, the alarms goes off, I struggle to a sitting position and turn off the alarm. A new sense of purpose rose in me. By God!!! This WOULD be the morning I'd actually do the damn DVD to start my day.
I got up, changed my clothes, and proceeded to the living room.
Forty minutes later, OC stumbles out of her room and raises her eyebrow. "What are you DOING?" she asks with a glance at the television screen.
"Exercising," I squeeze out between asthmatic-sounding puffs.
"Psycho," she mutters and proceeds to take her early morning shower.
I finish the DVD. Do a quick "Rocky" dance. Take my own shower. Start my day.

I felt. Like. Shit.
From about ten o'clock on. Screw a bunch of those perky pain in the ass exercisers who get up at the buttcrack of dawn. YOU'RE the psychos. That's all I'm saying. In fact, I haven't felt that bad in I don't know when.
Obviously, my biorhythms or genetic make-up prohibits me from pulling this again.
I DRUG myself home last night and freaking collapsed on the couch in the living room. I wasn't sore. I was tired and apathetic.
Wasn't pretty, my friends.
So no pre-dawn exercising for me. All my best intentions...blown to hell by feeling utterly like shit when I followed through.
Lesson learned.


Tori Lennox said...

I've always maintained being a morning person was highly overrated. *g*

Lyvvie said...

If you're not normally a morning person than of course it makes no sense to force high activity upon yourself first thing. I am a morning person, always have been and think waking at 6am and going for a 3 mile run is no big deal. Gets it out of the way. But most folks, the non psychos, prefer an after noon or an hour after dinner workout.

You know your body and its peculiar ways. Work with it, don't bully it or it's going to rebel.

Hows the Nanowrimo going??

NerdSnark said...

Mornings were created to torture people. Think about all the bad things that happened in history occured during the wee hours of dawn.

I'm hoping to make a law where school, work and everything else start at 10:00 a.m. It's only fair.