On the mornings I drag my hiney out of bed at 5:08am and go to the Y for a workout, I greet the day. On the other mornings when I sleep in til 7am, the day slaps me up side the head. Which poses the question, why is it soooooo hard for me to haul it out of bed early EVERY morning when the pros seem to outweigh the cons? Why does the illusion of sleeping in seem so compelling? Does my body Really need that much sleep? I've always envied those people who condition themselves to require 6 hours of sleep. I remember hearing my mamaw (that's southern for 'grandmother' for those of you from the north) talk about how she'd wasted the day because she slept in til 6am.
Ideally, I'd love to get up early without resenting it. Resentment sets in the night Before I get up to go work out early at 5:08am. It continues all through the night when I roll over to look at the clock and count my remaining hours. It's still there while I'm tying my shoes at 5:13am. Somewhere about the time I walk into the Y at 5:25am and see all those people already breaking a sweat who got there at 5am, my resentment is gone.
What time do you get up and are you happy with that time? Why or why not?