Early Morning Saturday

To get up at five thirty in the morning is not the easiest way to start one's day. Especially not when it's a Saturday. Unless you're a weekend bakery chef or a weekend journal delivery guy or a generally old person who's used to waking up early, you will probably prefer to be fast asleep at this time, or on your way home after last night's hipster party. In fact, I'm convinced that there are plenty of kids still out there in sweaty v-necks and an alcoholic cloud of regret, why didn't I ask that girl for her number. 

In any case, it's probably nobody's first choice to launch the weekend by doing push-ups before the sun is even up. And yet I found myself on the floor this morning with three sets of twenty repetitions, which is very sorry and actually more than I usually do and, well, enough to make me dizzy and angry in a funny way. But it got me activated. I don't believe in gym memberships, maybe one day I will, but I don't really see the point in spending all that money and time to regularly visit one of those muscle factories. 

For now, I do my little exercise in the morning and that's enough to soothe my guilty health conscious. Now, why did I get up at such an unpopular time of day though? I'm not sure there is an answer, it's just, when I looked up at the ceiling this morning I was wide awake. I told myself I was still tired and thought about how I had no appointments and no places I needed to be, really no reason to get up. But somehow I couldn't convince myself. Funny, I thought, normally there's always a reason to not get up early.

So I got up at that time today and left for St. Pancras to get some coffee. I found a nice corner at Benugo, a glass kind of cubic little coffee place, and started working. And have you noticed? The morning hours always pass a little slower than the ones in the afternoon. Okay, that's not true, but I feel as if the hours between say eight and twelve are superlong. There's so much you can get done before noon. From now on I'm going to try to get up early every morning. Maybe not five thirty, but early enough to feel good about it.