If I am good to my body and my mind, I get up at least 3-4 days a week and go to the gym before work. I never thought I would be one of those early morning gym rats. I thought I would loath showering and getting ready in a gym locker room.
I was wrong.
I LOVE getting ready at the gym. There's no waiting for shower space, no jostling for mirror/counter space, no juggling dog and baby to make sure everyone is changed, walked, fed, and set while my hair dries strangely on my head. I get ready in record time in relative silence. Occasional footsteps, showers, and locker noises provide a nice buffer to the outside world. I don't feel rushed and I'm always on time or early to work on days I go to the gym.
The downside to all of this is small but there. It's so hard sometimes to get out of bed at 4:50 or 5am. I miss seeing my baby girl in the morning but I pick her up from daycare and get to spend more time in the evening with her.
This is a relatively pointless post but I was thinking in the shower on Monday that I am such a happier, more put-together person on days I can haul my butt out of bed and get to the gym. Teh awesome. ;)
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