It’s 5:00 am – The alarm rings. I think I just made it to sleep at 3:30. Surprisingly, I don’t feel tired. I feel kinda… ready. Huh.
5:02 – drag myself to the bathroom to change.
5:05- Make lunch for work. I need coffee. Kiss the dog. Kiss Hubby. Where’s the damned coffee?
5:20 – text Frankie to say ‘I can drive’. Make coffee.
5:28am – after waiting for a response, realize I texted the daughter instead. Oops. I send her a smiley face with a ‘mornin’ sunshine’ text. That makes everything better at 5am. Text the right Frankie. Drain the last of my coffee. I love coffee.
5:36 – Pick up Frankie. It’s dark and mild and the pavement is shiny and black from the midnight rain. Quiet and still. We drive in relative silence. Thinking is too much right now.
5:40- Bright light. Cool air blowing from the AC. Waiting in the studio for everyone to show. It’s quiet. It’s too early for conversation.
5:45 – It’s loud. Music is blaring. We start moving. My legs are stiff and sore. I do it anyways.
Sometime mid-workout – I watch the sweat drip from my face onto the studio floor and wonder if I am going to make it. TRX mountain climbers. Fuck you. Don’t stop. Keep going.
Nearing the end – Burpees. Shoulder presses. I’m burning. Lunges. Did I take 2 different weights? Ugh. I’m better for choosing the heavier weights. Always go for the heavier weights.
The end – I think I cried a little when I finally worked my way through the last station and could fling myself onto my back for the cooldown. I’m better for having finished the workout.
Cool down –I’m better for having listened to my alarm. I’m better for showing up. I’m better for doing one last burpee. I’m better for not giving up. I’m just better. Better than a year ago. Better than 6 months ago, better than last week. Better than yesterday. And I’ll be better tomorrow and better a few more times by Friday. *sigh*
Always think, ‘I am better’…