As I was just about to crawl into bed last night I was reviewing my schedule in my head and realizing I had two options for a run the next day, today. I could go out early or I could go out late. Early meant a five am, climb out of bed and hit the road. Late meant waiting until Karin got home from her dance class and squeezing in a quick four klicks after about nine-thirty. Knowing I don’t do well with either, but dreading that post-run insomnia of a late-evening jog, I opted for the early edition. Five am came pretty early, and it was something of a slog after last night’s hills, but my alarm just went –the regular one– and I’m already done and writing about it.
One guess who was up at quarter after five this morning …and it wasn’t the guy running the half marathon in a couple hours.
I was up at 5am again. Claire joined me at 5:30 but chose to spend her extra half hour of the day playing Disney Infinity.
In an attempt to be more productive, I’m going to try and get up earlier in the mornings. Day one: 5:45. *Yawn*
It’s 5 AM. I’ve been up for an hour. You think kids are bad? Try a neurotic dog. A dog who goes bonkers insane when the low battery alarm in the carbon dioxide detector in the basement goes off …the sporadically beeping alarm that you can’t hear unless you just happen to hear the faint blip in the right place at the right time …the alarm that the dog can apparently hear all the way upstairs, all night long, where she sits panting and clawing at her kennel and having an nervous breakdown when she should be sleeping instead of keeping you awake half the night. (My sympathy is in short supply before four AM.) Try that. Instead of sleeping, we’re having some quiet, chill-out time in the basement. Sigh.
Quarter to six and the train is insanely quiet. If I left this time every morning is always get a seat. I’m off to work early again to mop up the last little bit of work from my BIG project launch last night and get ready for this morning’s reveal. I’d prepared Claire with the disruption to her morning routine with the news that I might not see her this morning and that I’d be gone when she woke up. She was having none of that, however, and made sure she was awake and monitoring my movements well before five this morning, and refusing to go back to sleep. The dog didn’t care.
Waking up at four in the morning does have it’s advantages. Did I happen to mention that I’d been gathering little bits of video every day for the past year? No really… it was call our “5 Second Project” and Claire was superbly cooperative in helping me film at least five seconds of HD footage every day of 2013. And we did it. All done. I have in my possession three-hundred and sixty-five uniformly curated clips spanning January 1st through December 31st of 2013. And now with all these early mornings I’ve been able to actually spend some time and edit them into something useful. As of today, all twelve monthly films are complete and on our server, and I’m about halfway through the final one: a year-long montage of 365 x 1 second clips spanning the whole of the year. See… getting up early is useful.