Getting Worse at Getting Up

Yup. That about says it all.

Yup. That about says it all.

Every morning I get up with the Curmudgeonly Lion to pack a lunch for him to take to work. It was one of the deals we worked out while we were still engaged: if I made a lunch for him he promised to eat it instead of buying a fast food lunch and it is a deal we have both been pretty diligent about keeping ever since.

This usually means that I find myself getting out of bed around 6am even though I often don’t have anywhere to be until 9 or later (I try to make an effort to be at my computer by 9am just so that I can have an official “start” to my day even if I’m working from home). In general, my goal is always to stay up once I am out of bed. I used to go for a morning run, but eventually fell out of the habit as classes got more intense. Then I stayed up trying to get other things done- a blog written, dishes washed, etc, until the semester really started wearing me down to the threads and I found myself trying to squeeze in a nap any time that I could.

And that’s how I managed to fall into the bad habit of going back to bed after seeing the Curmudgeonly Lion out the door.

At first I was pretty good about still being up and moving by 9am, but now even that deadline has been trampled a bit thanks to the end of the semester and the holidays. For a few days I was so worn out that it seemed like I would never get enough sleep no matter how many naps I took. Putting out my back a few times didn’t help either- I tend to sleep a lot when I’m in pain. At the time I actually needed the rest and the Curmudgeonly Lion encouraged me to go ahead and take it.

Now, though, I think it is time that I started getting better and getting up.

I’m discovering that this is more difficult than I anticipated. For a few days now I’ve told myself that I ought to stay up and go for a run and I’ve found myself awash in anxiety about running. Me! Anxious about running! I’m pretty sure that it’s just an avoidance technique that my body is using to tempt me back into a cozy snooze, but it’s a strange sensation. I know that I need to just suck it up and actually go for a run and everything will be fine, but that doesn’t make it any easier to actually get out the door.  I’m hoping that writing about it will give me an excuse to do it- lest someone ask whether I’m still being a lazy bum in the morning.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on December 26, 2013.

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