About three weeks ago, I started waking up early to go to the gym. I am, by no means, an early riser or a morning person. However, there's a beauty to waking up and putting on gym clothes and stumbling (sometimes dashing) out of the door at 6:15am to get to the gym.
I feel good about my effort, but totally humbled by the people who are leaving the gym by the time I get there. They are rockstars. I feel like a slightly lesser rockstar, but a rockstar nonetheless.
Being up and working out this early has been an adjustment.
At first, I wanted to eat everything in sight all day after I worked out.
Now things have calmed down considerably.
I am starting to enjoy watching the sun rise as I reach the halfway point of my early morning. And I think that in some way this new morning ritual is a way for me to encourage myself to do things that I wasn't before.
I know that I am writing about the minutia of my life, but at least I am writing, right?