Also, I'm probably not pleasant to be around in the morning time. Some days I wake up overly chatty, after silently sleeping for so many hours. Other days I wake up and don't want to talk to anyone for a good amount of time while my brain wakes up.
But today I woke up a different person. I woke up (before my alarm) at 7am. Yes, that was AM, as in "three hours before I actually needed to be awake." And instead of turning over and forcing myself back to sleep, I got up, put on my sneakers and went for a 2.5 mile run. This really happened. I swear. I have photos to prove it:
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This is what 7:30am looks like for those who haven't seen it in awhile. |
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This is called a 'running selfie.' |
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Timestamp: 7:51am |
And as if it wasn't bizarre enough that by 8am I had already completed a whole exercise routine, I then came home full of energy and started to paint. Like on a real canvas with real acrylic paint. I may have gone a little crazy.
My whole life I despised exercise and I was pretty sure I was artistically challenged. And then I magically woke up one day and turned into one of the morning jogging people who apparently likes finger-painting before breakfast time.
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This is what early-hours enthusiasm looks like. |
But now the real issue is trying to figure out if this is the new and refined me, or if this was just a one time woke-up-on-the-weird-side-of-the-bed type of situation. Either way, I hope it's something that will be happening more frequently because I secretly enjoyed forcing my morning enthusiasm onto all the non-morning people. (They LOVE that by the way.)
P.S. I may need to look for new roommates if this morning enthusiasm continues. I don't believe my current ones were so appreciative of this new-found crack-of-dawn ordeal...
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