First alarm goes off at 3 am. Snooze activated.
Second alarm goes off at 3:15. That’s when I get up.
Feed the dogs. Heat up coffee and my usual preworkout meal – sweet potatoes with a half scoop of vanilla whey.
Grateful when I don’t have to scrape the windshield.
By 4 am, I’m at the gym warming up. And then I get to lift.
I get to work about 6:15. Quiet morning time to organize the day. Once school starts, I’ve got 34 teenagers walking through the door every 75 minutes. Keeping them actively engaged (and hopefully learning) for a 70 minute class period takes a bit of quiet morning organization. By 2:35 pm, I’m completely depleted of energy.
I start my weekdays this way out of habit now. Some mornings I don’t want to get out of bed, but not often. I’ve been doing this a long time. Two thousand, four hundred, and sixteen days since I started. Most of those days, I didn’t quit. When I’m mentally beat up, I throw my hands up in a dramatic “this is BS” fashion and quit for the rest of the day. I don’t sabotage my eating, because I might want to start again. Those few hours of a mental separation from this lifestyle that can be overwhelming help me relax and regroup. I’m good to go again by 3 am the next morning.
I know I’ve accomplished a lot. I proud of that and what I’ve been able to do, especially when I didn’t know I could do these things. Many fears have been faced. I still appreciate that some things I do in the gym everyday were things that used to intimidated me.
On Day 1, I didn’t know I was going to be a bodybuilder. That didn’t begin to be a plan until sometime around Day 365. Since then, I’ve competed a few times. Placed last every time. I’m not used to that. I’ve always accomplished goals I set because I believe hard work pays off and time is relative. But I will be 54 years old in a couple of weeks, so time isn’t as relative as it used to be. To keep going, I remind myself that I haven’t worked hard enough for long enough to accomplish what I want to accomplish – yet. I’m certain it’s going to be a great story about “paying dues” at some point.