So it’s been a whole week since I decided that 4:30 am starts were going to be a must if I wanted to stay on my A-game as well as fulfil my role as an au-pair during daylight hours, and, seriously, I am feeling great.
I’m not going to lie to you all, the first few days were horrendous.
I’d be startled awake by my alarm clock, look at the time, and feel my stomach hit my knees as I realised it was still basically the middle of the night but I needed to get up, walk the 20 minutes to the gym and smash my workout before the kids got up and needed sorting out for school.
On Day 3 I got sick. As in, fluey and achy, rather than in a vomiting sort of way.
I came to the conclusion that it was a mix of both the kids all being a bit choked up with the cold, and the fact that my body was suddenly being told to get up 2 hours earlier every morning than it was used to.
That was the perfect opportunity for me to throw in the towel and quietly step back from this challenge, pretend it never happened, and get on with my life.
But, in reality, I had enjoyed being up early. There’s something magical about that time in the morning, when everyone is still asleep, and you’ve got somewhere to be. Streets look different, the air feels a bit strange… but in a good way!
And also one morning I startled a guy who was clearly sneaking out of someone’s house, with only a towel around him and the distressed look of a child caught stealing Nutella from the pantry. An awkward ‘good morning’ happened between us, before he ran away, and I burst out laughing. Bet he didn’t think anyone would catch a glimpse of him at that time of the day!
Random men in towels, of course, are not something I see every morning, nor is it something I consciously look out for when I’m out walking, but, strange things happen when people are dead to the world and dreaming about ice cream and unicorns, and I feel like there is something special about being awake at that time and being one of the first people in the world, really, to be experiencing the day that is to come.
Have I been watching too many movies? Perhaps.
Anyway, my point is that, even though I got sick (and was ill for about 4 days), my body screamed at me to stay in bed and be lazy, but I refused. I stuck at it, and now, I’m better, my body is getting used to waking up in the dark, and I am slowly getting better at just getting up and getting out of the house, rather than milling about in bed, checking social media for half an hour before doing anything productive.
If you set your mind and heart to something, and have enough determination to carry it through, you will be able to do it. There’s no doubt about it.