Hello! Are you feeling okay? Are you exhausted, like me? Daylight savings time is killing me. That is not an exaggeration.
Okay, maybe it’s a slight exaggeration. I am still alive. However, I am extremely fatigued and more than a little out-of-it.
I was afforded the rare opportunity to run on a Tuesday morning because my husband, who usually plays tennis on Tuesdays, played last night instead. I had made a tasty, unusually (for me) healthy dinner that was going to set me up perfectly for a run the following morning:
Look at those veggies! (Don’t judge the stained pan, please, it’s my favorite and it works better that way. At least that’s what I tell myself.)
I even took the time to roast them!
And I made brown rice instead of white! (The white rice was for the kids–I’m a terrible mom.)
And I grilled some wild Alaskan salmon to add to the fun!
So healthy, I am.
To further ready myself for the best Tuesday possible, I turned in earlier than usual for bed. The kids had trouble falling to sleep (typical for them), but they still fell asleep early enough for me to have the opportunity to fall asleep and get 9+ hours of sleep.
Did I fall asleep? Well, not then. I messed around online, including checking out my new Twitter feed (welcome to 2010, Molly), checking out the new cute stuff at Oiselle, and finding myriads of other interesting things. After doing that for a while, I decided to read some more of my book, The Twelve. And then, of course, after reading that for some time, my husband came home from tennis. And then, naturally, we ended up talking and catching up on the evening’s events.
I didn’t fall asleep until past midnight. Even though I went to bed by 9:00 p.m.
My alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. today and even my little inspiration alarm note to myself–coupled with the rare chance to run on a Tuesday–couldn’t motivate me to arise.
The snooze button drum solo commenced and continued until about 7:15, when–to my husband’s relief–I finally turned off my alarm and scraped myself out of bed. It was damn hard to do. I was like the walking dead throughout my shower and by the time I made it to Starbucks at 8:45, I was still operating at only about 60%. As I write this, halfway into my two-shot coffee, I’m feeling about 90%.
I have never reacted to daylight savings like this. What gives? Why now? I don’t think I’m running any more than I was last year or the year before. Is it because I’ve been listening too much to this girl?
Is it because I haven’t been getting enough sleep in general (I am a night owl and often get only 6 hours of sleep)? Maybe I’ve just lucked out in years past and it’s finally catching up with me.
At any rate, I’m not alone when it comes to daylight savings exhaustion; many people are negatively affected by the time change. In fact, there’s research that the rate of drowsy driving car accidents increases during daylight savings.
I read this article, “Happy Daylight Savings: 6 Proven Steps to the Best Night’s Sleep You’ll Ever Have,” and picked up some good tips that I’m going to put into practice tonight. No more iPhone scrolling in bed. And lights out by 10:30 p.m. (Hey–it’s a start!) Let’s hope it works.
Hope you’re having a great Tuesday!
Other things I found on the interwebs when I was screwing around instead of sleeping, or trying to ease out of my morning fog into my day:
I will never complain about my cat’s love bites after reading this story.
Never criticize someone who’s out there improving him or herself with exercise (not that I have), or you will face intense, well-deserved internet scorn.
This Runner’s World piece, which is timely because I’m running a 10K this weekend as part of my marathon training plan.
And some new-to-me info about my favorite Seattle institution, Dick’s Drive-In.