Yesterday was amazing. After getting up at 5am, I was able to do a lot of reading and writing, churn through a tonne (metric, not imperial) of household chores, and still go out with an old buddy later in the evening. I did need a nap about halfway through the day– I did the 30 minute nap with alarm, and woke up feeling really good.
The evening was a bit of a cock-up. I completely mismanaged my plans: a couple weeks ago, I had agreed to go to a surprise party for a friend of mine, but in the meanwhile, another pal who I hadn’t seen for ages asked if I wanted to go for drinks. I agreed, as I had forgotten about the surprise party already. (Sorry Phil! Happy Birthday!)
We went to a comedy night and I drank a lot of beer. And a shooter of Jack Daniels (with one of the female comics). I closed the bar with the crew and walked home slightly inebriated. It was very hard to get to bed, and while my alarm was set for 5am, I don’t remember getting up to turn it off, and when I came to, it was 8am and I felt like garbage. So I drank seven litres of water and went back to bed. I tried the 30 minute nap thing for a couple of hours and finally felt human around noon.
An interesting side effect of this 5am wake time is that it seems to necessitate a certain lifestyle; not that you can’t stay up late (I went to bed after 2am the first night), but rather that you have to give your body a fighting chance, which I failed to do by adding alcohol in with the late bed time.
I am not giving up! 5am again tomorrow!
#1 by Female Comic - April 15th, 2006 at 21:50
That was a great night. I performed a killer set at the comedy show, then was approached by a handsome stranger. We did a shot of Jack Daniels and talked about our favourite comedians. He told me about his plan to get up at 5 a.m. every day. How’s that going?