Agh! I am more than just a little frustrated with myself today. (And I feel like the worst friend ever, to boot.) Since I was cancelled from work last night, I decided to make up for the disappointment by planning a great morning. My rationale being that, if I can’t work, I should take advantage of my free time by squeezing as much exercise into my morning as possible. A few texts later, I had a plan and was stoked. Today was going to start with an early-morning yoga session, followed by an invigorating training swim, then maybe some weight training, leaving the rest of my day free until afternoon nap-time (a necessity for working night shift). I even had my gym bag packed and ready to go, so I wouldn’t sleepily talk myself out of this pre-dawn exercise when the alarm went off.
But, of course, my subconscious had other plans. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I knew I was in for trouble. I could feel it before I even had a chance to snuggle in next to Mouse. The dreaded insomnia took hold of my brain and wouldn’t let go. No matter my heavy eyes or exhausted body, I just couldn’t convince myself to fall asleep. The hours dragged by as the rest of the world slept, and I tossed and turned. It was a double-whammy – no work and then no sleep. It just wasn’t fair.
So, when 5am rolled around and my Newport bestie was texting to make sure I was up and ready, I was just beginning to fall asleep. Thus, I did the only rational thing and bailed, and hated myself for doing it. Even more so, I hated my messed-up sleep cycle for dictating my day and ruining my plans. I despise being a slave to sleeplessness! But, this is one of the downsides to working nights, and is something I’ve grown to just deal with. Maybe I just need to give in and realize pre-dawn yoga sessions just aren’t in the cards for me. Or, maybe, I should be more realistic and aim for a noon session instead.
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