The 5:00 AM Pact (and How I Failed)
My best friend, Sarah, is one of those annoyingly perky morning people. You know the type: bounces out of bed at the crack of dawn, chirps about “seizing the day,” and somehow looks effortlessly put together while I’m still wiping sleep from my eyes. So, when she challenged me to join her 5:00 AM workout club for a week, I, in a moment of temporary insanity, agreed.
“It’ll be life-changing!” she promised, her eyes sparkling with the zeal of a thousand suns.
“Sure, sure,” I mumbled, already picturing myself hitting the snooze button approximately seven times.
Let’s just say the workout was less “invigorating morning routine” and more “stumbling around the gym like a zombie.” Sarah, naturally, was a vision of energy and grace. I’m pretty sure I saw her bench-pressing a small elephant at one point.
The Accidental Nap Debacle
Days two and three followed a similar pattern of snoozing, groaning, and generally feeling like I was betraying my nocturnal nature. By day four, I was exhausted. Not the kind of tired that makes you sleep soundly, mind you, but the kind that makes you feel like you’re in a constant state of low-grade delirium.
And that’s how I ended up taking an accidental nap…on the bus…on the way to work.
Yes, you read that right. I nodded off, slumped against the window, and woke up to a kindly old lady offering me a cough drop. (To this day, I maintain that she thought I was ill and not just sleep-deprived.) The experience was both mortifying and a testament to my utter failure to become a morning person.