I don’t remember where I read it but someone had once written your body won’t be able to tell if you get am extra 30 minutes of sleep, so just get up & get your workout on. So true, 30 minutes probably wouldn’t make much difference in whether or not I was tired.
But I’m a gal that needs 8 hours of sleep. NEEDS. On days I get less, even 7 hours, I drag through the afternoon, often reaching out for additional caffeine or making poor food choices because of my tiredness.
Over the past year, I’ve found myself waking up in the middle of the night and struggling to fall back to sleep. Most of the time, it’s over an hour that I’m laying there… staring at the ceiling, tossing & turning. Most of the time, it’s something that wakes me up. A noise, movement, silly things.
Enter last night:
3:15am-ish. Eyes wide open. I thought about the employee I forgot to connect with about the job they applied for. I thought the overly dusty floor I noticed in Carlos’ office and how I better sweep. I thought about the laundry I decided not to put away last night.
I thought about my sister’s wedding, and how I can’t believe we are all married now. I thought and thought and thought.
The last time I looked at the clock, it was about 4:45am. About 90 minutes of awakeness. My alarm was set to go off at 5:15 and when it did, I had to make a quick decision. Get up and work out, or sleep in until 6:30am.
Sleep or Workout?
Maybe my body wouldn’t be able to tell if I missed 30 minutes of sleep. But I know if I missed 90 minutes of sleep, sure I would have gotten a workout in but by the mid-afternoon, I’d be dragging and making poor food choices that would just counteract my workout anyway. So why not just sleep the 90 minutes and avoid the mid-afternoon crisis?
So I did. I slept in and woke up feeling somewhat rested, despite my stint of thinking while I should have been sleeping. And while I know I can’t make a habit out of sleeping instead of working out, I also know for today, I made the right decision.