Do you know it’s dark in North Carolina at 5:45 a.m.?
Ask me how I know.
It can’t be time to get up. Another ten minutes, please. Wasn’t it just five hours ago that I fell into bed after putting the period on my day? Please, tell me it’s not morning.
I want to roll over and bury myself in the covers, but I know I can’t. We’d agreed. Today was the day. The day we’d talked about. The one we’d put off for two years.
Light from the bathroom split the blackness of the hallway like a sleek silver cord. My husband was up. At least he wasn’t singing, “Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day.” Not yet, anyway.
Okay. I can’t put it off any longer. The Body Mass Index scale doesn’t lie and neither do my clothes. I refuse to exchange my skinny Not Your Daughter’s Jeans for Yep, They’re Mom Jeans. It’s time. I’m worth it.
Did I just say it’s time?
After hitting the off button on the alarm, I roll out of bed and shuffle my way toward the light. It’s difficult being married to a morning person, but secretly I wish I could be one too. I’ve tried a number of times to change my ways, but I always revert to my old habits. I just can’t seem to shut down my day on the backside. It’s a pattern in our family. Some might say a generational curse. It’s mom’s fault, you know. Most of the time it’s okay, but today―not so much. I need to get a grip on this. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings are fixing to start mighty early around here.
Did I mention it’s dark at 5:45 a.m.?
Within thirty minutes, we’re out the door. Eight-O’clock whole bean Columbian, dark rich caffeinated coffee in my cup. Hey! The bag says Eight-O’clock not Six-Thirty. Can we please go back to bed and start this day over?
It’s a good thing Mr. A.M. is driving, but too bad the gym is less than ten minutes from our door―no time for snoozing en route. A steady stream of headlights head in the opposite direction. Who knew?
Do you know it’s dark at 6:30 a.m. in North Carolina?
There are only a few cars in the parking lot. Through the window I see that there are two elliptical machines not in use. Perfect. We’ll get in our fifteen-minute warmup and hit the weights.
As soon as we walk in the door a couple of workout partners from two years ago greet us.
“Have you been coming the whole time?” I asked.
“Yes,” they replied in unison.
I suppose they’re morning people too.
I only had difficulty setting up a couple of the machines as we worked our way through the circuit. I opted to back off some of the weight, and our work-outs went well. It felt good to be up and at ‘em so early. I even picked up a tee-shirt on the way out. It’ll look great with my skinny jeans.
Do you know it’s light at 7:30 a.m. in North Carolina?
Ask me how I know.
Now it’s your turn. Are you a morning person or a night owl?
I always welcome your comments.