Journal the Journey

In every season of life, through the mountains and valleys, God has always been faithful… and He always will be.


4:30 am.

My early bird husband’s alarm went off at 4:30 am. My heart started pounding, because I knew this meant that mine was going to go off in only 15 minutes. The thoughts started racing through my head. “What was I thinking?! I can’t do this! I didn’t even get a full night’s rest…” and some more reasons why I should cancel came to mind. My adrenaline was pumping so there was no more snoozing. I got out of bed, eyes burning and wobbly on my feet. Most people that know me know that I am not a morning person. Some even doubted if I had chosen the right career path (teacher), seeing as me getting anywhere at 7 am seemed near impossible.

Though I am more of a morning person now than I’ve ever been, I still am not all chipper about it on most days. So what was I doing getting up at 4:30, 2 solid hours before I have to?

Well… I’ve made this precious new friend (who may be reading this now, so HI and I am thankful for you!) who is a personal trainer. When we with our husbands went on a double date last Wednesday, she asked me at some point during the night if I would like to come to the gym to work out with her some early mornings. I immediately gave an enthusiastic yes without much hesitation. My husband laughed and said something to the effect that I am not an early riser. He’s right. And I knew he was right, but I was feeling overzealous and determined.

Those are easy emotions to come by a week in advance. Starting a new diet or dropping a bad habit or doing pretty much anything that is ultimately better for you (but yet your flesh doesn’t want you to do it and battles against you) tends to appear much more do-able when your start (or quit) date is in the distance. I was excited to get up before the sun and work out with someone I love being around… until last night. Then I got nervous. I was racing against the clock to get things done so I could go to bed. I wanted to be asleep by 8:30 but it was already 9:30 and I still wasn’t quite ready. There’s no way I was going to bail. I just wanted to get a good 8 hours of sleep, and as that became unrealistic I got anxious.

I am saying all this because there’s a point (or two) I’m getting to. But I only have 2 minutes and 29 seconds left for tonight, so I’m not even going to jump into my point until tomorrow.



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