As anyone who follows me on Strava will tell you, the amount of time I’ve dedicated to exercise recently has been limited.
I could blame it on the persistent cold and snow. Or work. Or the kids.
But the truth is, I just can’t (or won’t) get out of bed in the morning.
Working out in the morning makes a lot of sense – with everyone in my life unconscious, there are no demands, no requests and no guilt about taking more time away from my family after an already long day at work. (Plus, all the races are in the morning, so it would be logical for me to get into the rhythm of morning workouts).
But this month I’ve finally embraced what I’ve always known – I am not wired that way.
I’ve tried reprogramming my inner clock – going to bed earlier so I could wake up earlier. But I invariably slip back into my pattern, stretching the hours between when I get home and when I go to bed so I can get as much done as possible. (It’s also impossible to change my behavior when my family is similarly hardwired).
With the days growing longer and the weather getting warmer, I find myself itching to run after I get home from work.
So I think I’m giving up on the idea of being an early morning athlete and embracing my inner night owl.