I didn’t want to be up.
I’ve got to go to the bathroom. Do that, then back to bed.
Stumbling back to bed, “Honey, can you change her diaper?”
Change Lily’s diaper, then back to bed.
Diaper changed. Stacey rolls over and finds a comfortable spot for both she and the baby. I don’t want to disturb them, so I might as well get dressed.
Dressed. I’ll go downstairs, then fall asleep on the couch.
Downstairs. Something about the cold wood floor of the kitchen puts me into a routine. I begin to clean out the coffee filter. My eyes are half-closed.
I’m too tired to wait for it to brew; I’ll go to the gym. Fresh-brewed Allan Bros., 50 cents.
Gym drinking coffee. I watch two large, sweating men discuss their daily horoscope. Even they were there. Probably already finished with their workout.
Upstairs, I climb aboard my trusted stationary bike. I’ll just put it on slow and easy.
Ten minutes into the ride I’m mashing my gears, sweating like the two men downstairs, almost singing aloud the Seether song on my iPod.
Ok, so this is how we do it. One day at a time. One zombie down — one active individual up. The day begins.
Motivation isn’t sexy. Routines are not always routine. It’s often a struggle to even get yourself out of bed. Whether with business or health, with one foot in front of the other, it’s amazing the path you create when you look back.
Get started on your routine now. It’s not easy. There will almost always be more comfortable alternatives. But, if you even have an inkling of desire, push forward and keep going. This is how mountains are climbed.