Laura and I were talking last night about how I used to not be a morning person. She's always been a morning person. Laura was that annoying kid at the sleepover who would wake everybody up by zipping up her sleeping bag really slowly, "ziiiiiiiiip." And she'd do it again and again until someone would wake up, look at her with sleep encrusted eyes, and listen to her say, "Oh good, you're up!"
I, on the other hand, was a night owl for most of my life. I liked to stay up late, and wake up late. The past couple years, however, my body has slowly turned itself into a freakishly early riser. Lately I've been getting up around 4:30 AM--and I like it. I drive to the YMCA that's halfway between my job and my house and there's NO traffic. When I'm done working out I'm already halfway and I've passed the crappy part of my commute.
Plus, I love working out in the morning. It makes me feel refreshed, and the little squeeze of endorphins I get usually carries me through the day. I like getting to work in a good mood, jazzed up on flipping between FOX News and MSNBC while running on the treadmill. It's also invigorating narrowly escaping death while swimming laps in the pool.
Saturdays, however, are sleep in days. Sure, I often wake up at 4:30 or 5 anyway, but I can roll over, close my eyes, and go back to sleep. Today I slept all the way until 6. I then took my time making some oatmeal on the stove, brewed some coffee, and got ready to meet up for the MN Running Wild group run.