Monday, 20 June 2011
I work out at 6am. Every. Single. Monday.Morning. Without. Fail.
The winter air is freezing, literally, at 5am, when I wake up and sip my coffee.
It is so tempting to curl back into my husbands back and snooze for another two hours.
But the coffee and the blogging before I creep out of the house at 6am is just enough of an incentive.
And at the other end of my workout - the incentive is the stretch at the end.
At 6.55am, when, over the last beats of loud music, someone calls "And......stretch..."
That is my bliss point.
It's during a stretch, when pleasure and pain combine, that I exhale, relived to be done, relived to have stirred at 5am, relived to have worked hard for nearly an hour, relieved to release those hormones. Relieved to have created a good start to the week.
The weekend sins absolved, a week of promise ahead.
Tell me, how you start your week?