The long end

Mornings are not for me, no sir, they're just not.
As alien, abnormal, unusual, even silly as I find waking up early in the mornings, there is no way around it.
I can either stay embedded in my bed like a dead widget or get a move on to get things done that need be done in mornings.
Yes there are chores that need finishing, food that needs cooking, lunch that needs boxing and breakfast that needs fixing, but for all that waking up so early feels a bit savage.
Especially in winters when sun won't rise until it's almost afternoon and the barest hint of a finger outside of warm bedding seems to shrivel into a dried raisin, and yet one has to slide out of their comfort zone to get things done.
This is, the sad way of life and if there ever were a getting around it, I would without the blink of an eyelid circumvent my way, which is why I have been nothing short of surprised when the past few days I've not only willingly gotten out of bed at 5:00 but almost immediately, after a short sip of water, left for a long, long, brisk walk.

Now, one might roll their eyes and say what on earth? As did I the first time, but here's the thing I don't know why I started this except that it was involuntary.

The only rational explanation I can think of is that it's an overhaul of lifestyle changes that comes with the sum total of experiences and regrets.
And with me, I think it happens every couple years.

Since my muscle injury the past week, my workout regime has been put on ice for at least three weeks, and for a moment I did rejoice but a few short days later realised that it made me antsy to not work out.

Not working out willingly on a vacation out of laziness and sense of euphoric holiday mood is one thing, but being put out of it when you're in the full swing of things is another, and irks me to not be able to do my usual bit of jumping and lifting.
I'd no idea the bloody thing was so addictive, which is why I took to long walks in order to get some exercise- and usually went out during afternoon or mornings, until a few days ago.. I woke up one morning some minutes before 5:00, put on my sport shoes and left.
It was cold, midnight dark and silent. It was lovely and the icy kick of the mornings was nothing short of rejuvenating.
I loved it. I did, and have been doing that every day since, it's not been that long, but I don't wish I stop.

I don't run nor jog, any activity that might cause sharp movements of shoulders and neck is forbidden, so I simply walk, fast and far.

The best part is when I come home after an hour people are still sleeping, and it gives me time to cook and clean before it's barely 8:00.

I type as the clock ticks close to 11:00 and my day has been long already.
Not just that, I don't feel fatigued nor drained as waking up late made me feel, nor is half my day swamped with chores, because they were done a long time back.

Of course this comes at the expense of nighttime, but then again, nights have been useless to me for a while. They don't pack the zing they once did, or might on rare days..so if this is a new addition to my schedule then I welcome it. Will I continue this after my shoulder heals and I can workout?
Yes, I think so.
As much as I hate waking early, I've realised it's not half as bad.