Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Many years ago, if I had said to myself that one day, I would be a morning person, I would have laughed myself right off the couch (would that burn calories??). Here it is, 2013 and I am very proud to say that I am!
I love sleep - it's one of my favourite hobbies, and having to wake from my sleep WAYYYYY before I'm ready does not suit me well (or those in my path lol). Due to life circumstances and not having enough hours in a day, I was forced into dragging my sorry butt out of bed in order to get some of those much needed extra hours. After a while, I started to realize that getting up earlier had become a habit. Huh........who knew.
I had a conversation with someone a couple of years ago where the topic of not enough hours in the day came up. The question was asked.......If you could get an extra 7 hours in a week, how would that feel?........someone answered 'if only - how great would that be'....... and I couldn't agree more. Can you imagine?? An extra 7 hours in a week. The things I could accomplish with 7 hours. Well, long after the conversation, my brain was still thinking about that extra 7 hours. I REALLY want them - I NEEDED them. Then, like a ton of bricks......it hit me. Duh, get up an hour earlier every day - BINGO - 7 extra hours in a week!!! A little over a year ago, I started the routine of getting up an hour earlier every day - to walk of all things! My Father In-law works nights and is on his way home in the wee hours of the morning (he lives just down the road) just as I'm starting my day. A plan was hatched that we would walk together, and so in early December of 2011 it started. We made a schedule of 4 mornings a week and for the most part, kept to it. I was really glad to have someone to walk with, because I had always felt uncomfortable walking alone, regardless of what time of day it was (deep seeded issues to overcome there!). On the days that he didn't show - I didn't walk. On those days, my body felt deprived, but I was ok with it because my bed was calling me back to it. I listened to the call.
As summer was nearing, I knew my walking buddy was going to be away on vacation for a couple of weeks and I was concerned that I would lose my stride. I know how easy it is to fall back into old habits, because they are easier - they can be done on autopilot! Then there was talk of him moving. Imagine my horror when that subject came up. My thoughts immediately became that of failure - no more walks - great. Another failure on top of my belt (the belt was too tight for the failure to fit under it). Then, one early morning last July, I was awake and my body was saying it needed a walk. My heart was pounding because that was scary - to walk alone - totally vulnerable to life outside. There was a complete discussion going on inside my head .........'what are you scared of' - 'it's a beautiful morning' - 'just go' - 'people don't die from this you know' - 'get over this fear'. Notice there was no discussion as to why I shouldn't go? Well, thanks to the positive personalities in my head, I laced up, plugged in the ipod and went. OMG - it felt amazing - I really didn't die from it! I was SO proud of myself. The next morning came, no walking buddy - off I went. Once again - I didn't die! Wow - how cool is that?! After a very short time, I started to realize that I was enjoying this alone time, with my thoughts and my music (something I can always connect with). I found myself walking alone on the days that weren't on our schedule. I even found myself to the point where I was worried he would see me walking on the off days and offer to come with me - I didn't WANT a buddy on those days. They were MINE!!
As December neared, it felt really good to say that I had consistently walked for a year. Some days short ones, others - long. Then December hit, the mood changed (always does at that time of year for me).............the weather sucked, it's REALLY dark at that time of day, so I don't walk alone (purely for safety reasons). I have also taken on a second job, which has me starting earlier and we had to re-adjust our schedules. The walks were not as often, emotional eating kicked in due to time of year...........the body started to suffer (the mind too!).
Well, I am happy to say, that dark and early this morning, I laced up my shoes! After many layers of clothing (it's -6c or 21.2f outside......brrrrrrrrrrr), off I went with walking buddy in tow! It felt great and I can almost feel my toes again!
As of today, my walking buddy is officially retired. He will no longer be coming home at that hour, and although he has the best of intentions of sticking to the walking schedule - I know that he tends to bail more often then not on the days he doesn't work. So, it's quite possible that one day in the near future I will begin to walk alone most of the days. I can honestly say, that I know I will be ok, and that I can do it!
Life is about choices. As much as I LOVE my sleep - I have made the choice to give up some of it so that I can work on loving me! It was (and will be) worth every minute!
Have a magical day people! Remember to enjoy now!