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?
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I’m definitely a morning person. I’m up by 5:30 or 6:00 having first cup of coffee with my sweetheart. My parents were morning people. I guess I inherited it.
I envy you. If I would discipline myself, maybe I could be too. Thanks for commenting.
Loved this Starr, I am definitely a morning person. I’ve been awake since around 3:00 and up at 5:00. I wish I could sleep longer but so far it escapes me. I do like being by myself in the early hours. This morning laundry going, dinner in the crock pot and ready to meet the day!
Wow, Diana. That’s why you’re always the first one to Bible study. Kudos to you.