I love going to the gym at 5:30 a.m.
I do, honest, no sarcasm here. I get up at 5:30, throw a smoothie (almond milk, banana, berries, protein power, flax seed oil, kale or spinach) in to my magic bullet. I drink it on the way. The gym is pretty deserted this early, the desk jockeys don’t show up until closer to 6:30.
I hit the cross trainer or the rower or the bikes for about 45 minutes. I swear a lot less now than I did when I started, I’ve missed a lot lately and getting there this morning was my first step back on that wagon. I used to mix it up with circuit every other day, but since I train much harder at boot camp I don’t bother with circuit right now. Truth be told, most mornings I’m too sore to lift weights over my head.
I drink about a litre of super cold water, listen to an embarrassing number of Lady Gaga, Pussycat Dolls and Britney Spears songs. I feel great, I have a lot of energy, I feel like superwoman.
When I’m finished I get to experience the very best part of being there so early.
I’m sure fiancée B has figured out that 2 hours at the gym isn’t all hard work. It’s less than 3 minutes from our house! I love every minute on my personal time… spending almost as much time showering and getting dressed for the day as I do working out.
I get to have a shower without tiny people knocking on the door. Without fiancée B turning on the washer downstairs. It lasts for 20 minutes some mornings. My muscles let go of all tension. I wash my hair, condition it. I use a loofah for heaven’s sake! It’s become a small luxury in my life. This 45 minutes of pampering after 45 minutes of hard work. This dirty little secret.
Some mornings it’s my only motivation for going to the gym.
I love my 5:30 workouts.