The Unholy Hour. (Or, the Gym Diaries)

Hi. And ouch. But a good ouch. So for the past few days, I’ve been waking up at 5AM to go to the gym before reporting to the OK Corral.

Truth. But it's getting better.
Truth. But it’s getting better.

Yep, you read that right.

Since you’re getting to know me here on TSP, let me educate you on a few things about me:

1. I generally feel that 5AM is reserved for murders, crime, and anything unsavory. That explains the whole unholy hour thing.
2. Like a newborn, my eyes don’t function…before 7AM. In other words, I have no ability to open them and/or use them prior to that time.
3. I am a night owl, so waking up that early is usually very painful and accompanied by a primal scream here and there.

In short, I don’t like waking up early. I loathe it.  But I’m also committed to new this healthy lifestyle I’m aiming for, and I fully recognize that this includes a regular exercising schedule. Most of the time, I prefer to work out in the evenings–there’s a dance aerobics class that I enjoy going to in the evening, I tend to be more cognizant and lucid at sundown, etc. But this also means coming home with the endorphins all wild and crazy and having a difficult time winding down and finally getting to sleep. A friend of mine suggested that I exercise before work. No, I didn’t push her down a flight of stairs for suggesting that I rise at the unholy hour and exercise. (By the way, it has to be 5AM, being that I commute to work and need time to both exercise and head back home and prepare to arrive at the OK Corral a reasonable time.) I was just convinced that it wouldn’t work, being that when I tried it in the past, it petered out in a week or so. So initially, I thanked her for her suggestion, didn’t push her down a flight of stairs, and kind of moved on.

Then last Sunday, I woke up and went to the gym in the morning. Like I just woke up and did it. And I enjoyed it immensely.

Yeah, man.

It gave me energy throughout the day. Check.
It felt great. Check.
I got it out of the way. Check.
The gym was virtually empty, which is my absolute favorite thing in the world.
Check, check, check. run

Essentially: hook, line, sinker. So far, I’ve been enjoying it. And the belief that waking up so early would tire me out for the day? Hasn’t happened. Why? Because this night owl has been going to bed at 9PM! Whaaaaat? Could This Square Peg be letting go of her nighttime-is-the-right-time ways? I’ll say this: it feels good to get a good night’s rest. Just call me Captain Obvious, why don’t you.

Lest I throw all my exercise eggs in one basket, however, I won’t be doing it every morning. Thursdays are still reserved for my aerobics class in the evening (7:30PM), which still gives me time to get home and force myself to shut these newborn eyes at a good time. Anyway, onwards and upwards, rig

ht?

Tell Me: What time of day do you prefer to work out and why?

The Fall Ruby Woo Rule. (Blogtober #15)

You know how much I love my MAC Ruby Woo lipstick. A reminder.

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It’s my go-to when I dress up and it’s also my burst of color for any casual outfit. I love it like crazy. But the thing is, I rarely wear my Ruby Woo when I head into the OK Corral, the 9-to-5, the day to day. One of my co-workers asked me if I even wear makeup. I was like, uh, yeah? But the question didn’t really surprise me: the fact is, I feel like this place doesn’t deserve me all made up, even if it’s just lipstick and some eye shadow. Kinda intense, right? I’ll tell you why: I feel like makeup is for having fun times, good times, dressy times, those sorts of things. Things that have nothing to do with reporting to the Man five days a week. It’s extreme, but it also underscores how I feel about this place. Sigh. Working on a better attitude in 5,4,3,2…Anyway, so I resist putting my “face” on when I come in. Sure, I wear lip gloss or even the Woo once in a blue moon, and I definitely don’t leave the house without my MAC Studio Fix powder plus foundation, but I largely steer clear of my favorite lipstick. But before you can shake your head and lecture me on the importance of looking good for myself, regardless of my environment, I have you beat. From now, I will Ruby Woo wherever I go. This includes the place of nightmares that I call work. What inspired me? My bestie. When we went to Vegas last week, I loved how, regardless of wherever we went, she put her lipstick on. This meant the grocery store, a donut run, so on and so forth. She was never without her lipstick. I thought that was awesome. It reminded me of what I said above: it’s for me. Doesn’t matter where I happen to be. So, my personal rule, which effectively began yesterday: wear your lipstick when you want to, wherever you’re going, if you feel like it. Rather than letting my eager fingers bypass my Ruby Woo in favor of a boring shade of lip gloss, I’ll wear it if I very well please. Not just for fall, of course, but year-round.

And because I love you, here are a few car selfies (celfies) from yesterday when the Ruby Woo Rule went into effect.

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Did I mention that I decided to straighten the fro for a spell, as well? You like? We’ll take it one day at a time as far as how it lasts, but I also want to giddily point out that when the stylist flat ironed it, before putting in some bouncy curls, it was down to my shoulders. Woohoo! It’s my intent to have healthy hair, first and foremost, but I’m also growing it out, as well, so that was nice to see. The versatility of natural hair is really everything.

Do you wear makeup and/or lipstick to work? What beauty changes have you made for yourself lately?

Car 54?

Where are you?

I’m here. I try my best to post most of the week, but this week has been filled with stressful days at work, wanting to commit assault because of said stress but ultimately resisting for fear of a jail sentence that won’t be interrupted by my mother paying my bail (she won’t pay, y’all), and other such issues. I try not to talk too much about life at the OK Corral here, but suffice it to say that it’s time for a change. I need a new job. I need a new environment. New faces, a new desk, a new route to work, new, new, new.

Yours in resisting assault and battery convictions,

This Square Peg