I am not a morning person. I've never been a morning person. My Dad is also not a morning person. I firmly believe he didn't make us take the bus to school because he also wanted to sleep in that extra 15 minutes in the morning. It is how I was raised, or maybe just genetic. Who knows.
Today, I was a morning person. Though admittedly, not by choice. Ellie has a strange yet powerful desire to transition to working out in the morning, and I want to be as supportive as possible of this change. I know how much of a struggle it is to workout regularly regardless of the time of day, and we all know how much it helps to have two people working together to make that happen. The support and encouragement on those hard workouts is crucial to being successful, and I want to be there for her.
But damn, waking up at 6:15 is horse crap. I had all I could do to make it to the gym with her. I had terrible stomach cramps, probably from all the garbage we have been eating recently, and being coupled with not sleeping very long, this morning was a prefect storm of feeling terrible. I had all I could do to grind out a half hour on the stationary bike before transitioning to the treadmill for a painfully slow walk.
In search of a solution, I naturally looked to the internet.