On Sunday I texted my older sister Corinne to ask if she works out before work each morning. Actually, what I originally texted her for was to find out if she uses seed oils or has she switched to the healthier ones like avocado oil and olive oil. And had she given up on using the soft processed margarine such as Becel, replacing it with good old butter.
I can usually count on her for good advice about healthy food.
Anyway, back to the exercise thing, she said that she occasionally did workout in her home gym before work early in the morning but not as often as she’d like to. I told her I needed to get my butt in gear and add a workout to my life too. I am walking each day, to and from work (and home for lunch and back to work at 12:45) but I don’t do any strength training.
So we decided we would start Monday morning and text each other so that we are more accountable. We set our start time for 6:15 am.
I was really skeptical. Of myself. Not a morning workout person. Definitely not a 6:15 am workout person. Kind of sounded like hell on earth.
This meant I would have to be up far enough in advance to have sufficient amounts of coffee to wake up, write in my journal, etc.
I’m happy to report that today marks day number three of 6:15 am workouts. I actually don’t even hate it. I don’t dread it.
I enjoy and appreciate the time alone in the morning, just me, my yoga mat and my free weights. My body feels amazing. My movements feel purposeful. Strong.
I know it’s a tad premature to celebrate, three days in, but hey, it’s three days! It really does help to have a workout partner and know that someone is up early too, trying to wake up too and getting their sweat on right at the same time.
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