That right there is one of my favorite quotes of all time. (I even put it in my Facebook profile! WHOA.) It seems to be taken from the title of this Mary Anne Radmacher book, but I heard it in the classic Will Smith rom-com Hitch.
(Here’s where I’d insert the Hitch poster lifted from Google Images, but as I’m trying to get away from using potentially copyrighted visuals on my blog, I won’t.)
I fancy myself a morning person. Breakfast is my favorite meal. I’ve done the bulk of the mid-week training for most of the marathons and halfs I’ve run before work. And I have trouble sleeping past 9 a.m., even on weekends when I’ve been up and about until 3 or 4.
Lately, though, I’ve been struggling. I discovered the beauty of the lunch run–it breaks up the day! it’s warmer! it’s lighter out!–and now I can’t get up to run to save my life. In fact, I can’t get up to do anything at all.
My alarm will go off at 7:15 and I’ll snooze three or four times before emerging from the covers. I’ll make myself some coffee and breakfast, then I’ll sit at the table long after both are gone, reading a magazine or browsing the interwebs. Some days, it’s 8:45 before I start getting ready to actually leave. How did I become such a blob?
When I start the day this way, it tends to continue in a downward spiral of feeling sluggish and not terribly productive. I know it’s not possible for every day to be a tremendous win, but these kinds of days are huge losses.
I need to get my morning mojo back. But how?