Time for a little story. I’m sort of trying to become a morning person for the sole fact that I’m like…an adult, and I keep reading all of these articles that say like the main successful people in the world wake with the sun and make sure they get breakfast and a workout in before they do anything else.
Honestly, the times I’ve been waking up early, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, I have missed the part about waking up early where you actually have to go to bed at a reasonable hour the night before. In part because both Austin and I always get into projects around 10, sweeping the floor, writing posts, or throwing in a load of laundry, and in part because I flip on Bob’s Burgers and get caught up looking at emails and texting friends. Totally my fault. I know it’s doable to go to bed early, but I need to make concessions for it.
But anyways, I’ve been waking up on Thursdays early, around 5am, to teach a class. I took the class on because I thought it would be an impetus for me to get up and try to get in bed early. I’m working on it. So this morning, I woke up at 5:20, managed to pull on clothes with my eyes closed, and was out of the house by 5:30pm, with enough time to turn on lights and get set up for class.
Of course, an instructor’s worst nightmare happened, and I went to flip on the stereo, and I could not get the dang thing to turn on! I ended up having to grab someone from the front desk to help me (which I’m sure they loved at 5:45am), and I ran out to the car to grab some backup speakers I just happened to have.
Anyways, in the midst of all of this happening, someone, presumably, who wanted to participate in the class, came and started to set her station up. I explained that we were running only a few minutes behind due to the stereo issues, but that I would get them their full workout and still manage to get them out on time.
She seemed pissed.
“Time is money,” she said. And she continued on, being aggravated. Which I get, I mean, I wasn’t super thrilled about waking up to faulty equipment.
A minute or two later, we started class with the other participants, and she’d left her station set up, and was working out outside of the room.
I can’t say I was super disappointed, more a little lost as to why this really slight delay would completely sideline someone’s workout. I am glad however, that she very obviously didn’t allow the hiccup to allow her to leave the gym and say “better luck next time!”
I’ll chalk that “time is money” up to the fact that she was annoyed to be up at nearly 6am.
I know I was.