MY 500 WORDS: Day 13

Been There. Done That. Got the Tee-shirt.

Do you know it’s dark in North Carolina at 5:45 a.m.? Ask me how I know.

It can’t be time to get up―another ten minutes, please. Wasn’t it just five hours ago that I fell into bed after putting the period on day twelve of my 31-day writing challenge? Tell me it’s not day thirteen already.

I want to roll back over and bury myself in the covers, but I know I can’t. We’d agreed. Today was the day. The day we’d talked about and put off for two years.

The light from the bathroom split the blackness of the hallway like a sleek silver cord. My husband was already up. At least he wasn’t singing: Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day.  Not yet, anyway.

      
Okay. I can’t put it off any longer. The Body Mass Index scale doesn’t lie and neither do my clothes. I refuse to exchange my skinny Not Your Daughter’s Jeans for Yep; They're Mom Jeans. It’s time. I’m worth it.

Did I just say it's time?

Hitting the off button on the alarm, I roll out of bed and shuffle my way toward the light. It’s difficult being married to a morning person, but I secretly wish I could be one too. I’ve tried a number of times to change my ways, but I always revert to my old habits. I just can’t seem to shut down my day on the backside. It’s a pattern in our family. Some might say a generational curse. It’s mom’s fault, you know. Most of the time, it works out okay, but today―not so much. I need to get a grip on this. Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings are going to be starting mighty early around here.

Did I mention it's dark at 5:45 a.m.?

Within forty-five minutes, we’re out the door. Eight-O’clock whole bean Columbian, dark rich caffeinated coffee in my cup. Hey! The bag says Eight-O’clock, not Six-Thirty. Can we, please go back to bed and start this day over? 

It’s a good thing Mr. A.M. is driving, but too bad the gym is less than ten minutes from our door―no time for snoozing en route. There’s a steady stream of headlights headed in the opposite direction. Who knew?

Do you know it’s dark at 6:30 a.m. in North Carolina?

When we pull up, there are only a few cars in the parking lot, and I can see through the window that there are two elliptical machines, not in use. Perfect. We’ll get in our fifteen-minute warm-up and hit the weights.

 As soon as we walk in the door, a couple of workout partners from two years ago greet us.

“Have you been coming the whole time?” I ask.

“Yes,” they reply in unison.

I guess they’re morning people too.

I only had trouble remembering how to set a couple of the machines as we worked our way through the circuit. I opted to back off some of the weight, but our work-outs went well. It felt good to be up and at ‘em so early. I even picked up a tee-shirt on the way out. It’ll look great with my skinny jeans. 

Do you know it’s light at 7:30 a.m. in North Carolina? Ask me how I know.

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I always welcome your comments.

Blessings, 

Starr

Day 13: My 500 Words ~ 569 words

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