If you’ve been an Ali On The Run reader for more than a day (and if you haven’t, hi and welcome!), you know that I start my days running.
I run in the morning because I love being outside. I love the fresh air, I love the alone time and I love that I can leave my apartment and head in whichever direction I want.
I run in the morning because it’s my time. I’m in control of my run (unless my stomach takes control of my run, which happens sometimes). I control the route I take, the music I listen to and the number of miles I cover (well, I did, until Coach Cane came along).
But I have plans tonight, which I’m both excited for and sad about.
Excited because I’m going to a dance show, and obviously I’ll enjoy it.
Sad because it means missing my favorite spin class.
Coach Cane has Wednesdays as active recovery days, including a 3-mile run. That means I also like getting a spin class in.
Long story somewhat short: last night I decided that I would move my Wednesday morning run to Wednesday evening, and I’d do something bold in the morning.
I went to the gym.
Dun dun dunnnnn.
It’s so dramatic. This is about as crazy as my life gets. Changing up my workout routine.
So I packed up all my stuff last night before bed. I picked out my work outfit, made my trail mix and crawled into this:
My alarm went off at 5 am and I thought, “Oh hell no. I am not leaving this amazing bed. Ever.”
But at 5:30 I said, “Ali, you made a plan. Stick to your plan or you’ll be annoyed at yourself all day.”
Kick in my own butt.
I jumped out of bed, looked longingly back at the beautiful orange-ness of what I would be leaving behind, and called the gym as I got ready to make sure the 6:30 spinning class doesn’t fill up too fast.
Thanks to the downtown Express bus, I made it to Crunch in plenty of time to sign up for my favorite bike, do some ab work and bust out 100 tricep dips.
I was excited to try a new class, though I admit I didn’t like it. I found the teacher to be really strange, the music was nonstop house music (which I normally love, but I’m not talking “cool Lady Gaga remixes,” I’m talking loud, fast, pulsing beats with no words) and the instructor kept whispering weird things into the microphone.
I felt like I was on drugs.
At 6:30 am.
(Fine for some people, not my thing. Sorry.)
Anyway, it was nice to break a sweat and I enjoyed being able to get to work early since the gym is closer to my office than my apartment.
I didn’t like working out inside this morning.
I didn’t like putting someone else in charge of my day right away. Running is one thing I can control, and I don’t mind taking group classes and following directions at night, but I like being on my own in the morning.
I didn’t like having to carry all my crap with me, either:
I didn’t like getting ready at the gym. The showers are clean and the locker rooms are fine, but it’s not my shower and my “getting ready area.”
And right now I’m having anxiety over the fact that I have a plastic bag filled with sweaty post-workout clothes in my gym bag underneath my desk…
I’m a brat. I know. But I like my normal routine. I tried something new, it was OK, but now I know: Morning running > morning gymming…for me.
Because I was getting ready at the gym, I had to pick out an easy outfit last night. Enter the green dress.
Yes, I got a haircut last night. No you can’t even tell. And yes, I found a giant chunk of hair that the woman completely missed and that I’ll be asking a coworker to hack off for me today.
And that’s my day so far. Glad we’ve caught up.
In other news, I’m sore today! I’m not sure if it’s from Monday night’s Chisel class or last night’s delicious hot yoga session, but I’ve got a good hurt going on.
LET’S TALK ABOUT MORNINGS: Some people are a.m. exercisers and some people are not. If you work out in the morning, do you prefer a solo session or group exercising? I thought I’d love a hardcore morning spin class, but instead I wanted to punch the instructor, plug in my own iPod and somehow ride that stationary bike into the great outdoors.
That’s just me though.