I used to be a morning person. Really. In junior high and high school I would even get up and go ice skating for an hour or two before school. This would mean being at the ice rink as early as 545 AM. I was never the kid who stayed up late. I always went to bed early. In college I only managed to stay up late and practiced the art of napping regularly. That way with a nap, I could still go to the keg party until 2 AM.
When I met my husband, my big fear was that he would be a late night person. That was quickly proved wrong. We both think going to bed at 9 PM is normal. (And we like reading books.) As a military guy he thinks 0500 is a normal wake up time. (It was a match made in heaven.) And every time I saw 0500 I think of Whats-His-Name in Good Morning Vietnam where the 0 stands for Oh-My-God-Its-Early. When I worked full time that was good. We both got up early and went to work. I was often one of the first ones in the office which would mean I could leave by 5 and get home to my husband.
Now I don't work. I need more rest and sleep. When I go to the gym, I usually plan on leaving after rush hour so I can sleep in as needed. I sometimes get up and sometimes I sleep in. I am no longer a morning person.
But every so often, I hate myself because I let my schedule mess me up. Today I am getting my nails done at 1015 AM. That means I need to go to the gym before then. (You can't go to the gym after you get your nails done because it will mess up your toes.) To allow time to drive to the gym, work out, shower after the gym and get to the salon on time, I need to leave here around 7 AM. Eek!
Why did I do that? Why, why, why? The easy answer is I had to post pone my nail appointment from last week and this was the only time available. I hate getting up this early now. I am no longer an morning person. Maybe I can take a nap this afternoon.