Wake Up Happy

I'm not a morning person. Never have been, and at this point in my life, odds are I never will be. I prefer to stay up late and then sleep in in the mornings. Being a wife and mother doesn't fit in well with that, so I have had to adapt. I'm up before 6:00 almost every morning. I'm up...but I'm not happy about it. My family knows this and they also know to not talk to me for the first 15 min that I am awake. Let my eyes open slowly and let the caffeine do it's magic and it's all good. If you don't give me that time, you will probably get to see my impression of the green guy on the right. And it's not pretty folks. It's not that I want to be grouchy, and I honestly try to not be. But I have to have that time to wake up in peace and quiet before the craziness of the day starts.

I usually like to spend that time reading the morning devotional that comes to my email. It gives me something else to ponder other than why in the world I'm up before the sun.

Every once in a while I wake up even earlier and can't get back to sleep. That happened this morning. I woke up at 5:00. F-I-V-E O' C-L-O-C-K. That's just plain wrong! I tossed and turned and tried to go back to sleep, but I could tell it just wasn't going to happen.

I found myself stumbling out of bed. Here's where this gets eerie - I don't remember getting dressed, I don't remember putting on my shoes, and I don't remember grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. The next thing I do remember is I'm on our elliptical. HUH???

I have been slacking quite a bit in the exercise department lately and I have intended to start back up again, and even last night I had a good long talk with myself about doing just that. But here I was at 5am - on the elliptical - I must be sick!

I normally like to listen to latin music that is on my ipod when on the elliptical. It's got a great beat and keeps me pumped up. But this morning I turned it to gospel.

"I've got a river of life flowing out of me" comes on. Followed by "Do Lord" and "My Life is in You Lord", and so on. By the time I was done on that torture device I was smiling and in a GREAT mood! Sure I was exhausted and sweaty, but I was happy. And it was still before 6am! Gods love for me got me up, and got me moving far better than caffeine does. That's a full on miracle people!

I think I'm on to something here.....