I had a very enjoyable night last night, falling asleep somewhere in the wee hours of the morning only to rise again at the sound of a 6a.m. alarm. OK, to be fair said alarm was snoozed until 6:30 - but still.
The brief sleep didn't put me in a terrible mood, per se, but it did make getting a move on my morning a difficult proposition. Especially when it came to the workout. I debated skipping it altogether, dreaming instead of losing myself in a batch of cheesecake-chocolate-chip cookies courtesy of a certain nephew's school fundraiser. But my guilt and desire to attempt to stick with my ongoing progress won out in the end.
I made it about ten minutes into my yoga routine when I began thinking, "Huh. I don't know why I always psyche myself out of working out. I always feel better once I'm doing it." This thought was immediately followed by arms going up in an overhead stretch and a smell of... yuck. I hate it when I forget to put deodorant on before a workout!
I battled through the sleepies (and the smell) until I made it to the end of the routine. After I put my arms back down to my sides it dawned on me that I no longer feel like a sloth reaching for a morning caffeine kick to jump-start my day. I'm suddenly awake, feel like I've accomplished something and am ready to take on the next project with gusto.
Funny what a little morning exercise will do.