Weekends are meant for sleeping in (unless you work on weekends, then I hope weekdays are there for you). A typical Saturday for me is sleeping in until 10 AM, depending on how late I stay up the night before, and rolling out of bed at noon…maybe later. On days like these, I tend to realize that I’m more lethargic the longer I stay in bed, even if I’m awake. Makes sense! My energy levels basically reflect Newton’s first law of physics, inertia: an object at rest stays at rest, while an object in motion stays in motion.
Despite knowing the obstacle that inertia presents, I struggle to get up and at ’em at a decent time if I don’t have a concrete reason to do so. I marvel (from the comforts of our bed) at how Hubby manages to get up at 8 AM to walk our pup and start his day, conquering his list of to-dos at full-force, as if the weekend was just any other day. I just don’t operate that way. Not surprisingly, it was established early in our relationship that Hubby’s a full-fledged morning person and that I am not.
This Saturday, though, I decided to shock myself into action as a way to overcome inertia. I didn’t force myself to get out of bed at an earlier time, but I did vow to exercise the moment I was ready to get on with the day. Once I had started moving, especially at a faster rate, it was easier to keep moving. I think this simple action propelled me to do more the rest of Saturday than if I had sluggishly gone about the day. In an ideal world, all Saturdays following this Saturday would have me out of bed the second I wake up and at the gym. We shall see what transpires in reality.
