Is it a matter of will or has it gone beyond her control? The sun is still hiding, not ready to crack the dark horizon. The carrier is still tossing red encapsulated tubes of daily news. A few cars wind through the quiet streets. It's 6 a.m., so why would anyone choose to get their day going?
In a quiet house on Burnett's Mound, the alarm goes off to arouse the 40-something mom. She fights this battle in her semi-conscious mind every time..."If I just sleep for one more hour, I will feel so much better. But if I get up and go to the gym, my body will thank me. If I don't go today, I might not go tomorrow or the next, and these past two years of hard work will be wasted. I HATE mornings!"
Guilt mixed with a sense of responsibility wins out. Slowly she drags herself out of her cocoon of warmth and comfort to begrudgingly slide into her shorts and t-shirt.
"I guess I can get one more workout in these clothes before I do laundry. I'll make sure I don't get too close to anyone," she assures herself.
The gym opens at 6:30 and she likes to be one of the first to enter to get the prime choice of treadmills and TV stations. Juggling her ID, water bottle, keys, reading material and MP3 player, she climbs in her car and hypnotically maneuvers through the streets to the gym.
Back at it again...cardio, arms, legs, abs...blah, blah, blah. It sucks to get old, but it beats the alternative.
"See ya Tuesday...bright and early," she says to the other early morning fitness junkies. She really is glad she got up.
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2 comments:
haha, I remember those days of early mornings, gettin up at 5 in high school to go run at cross country meets. I miss them. It was always a good feeling.
can we make real donuts?
Then we'd REALLY have a reason to work out.
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