Yesterday morning, my alarm went off at 4:51am. Like I've done since early January, I hit snooze and rolled over to snuggle with Keith for a few more minutes. When the alarm went off a second time I turned it off and stumbled down the hall to get dressed for my 5:30am Cleveland Fitness Bootcamp workout.
The biggest difference is that yesterday was my last day for bootcamp. When I first started, I was only going to do a month. But I enjoyed it so much, I ended up signing up for 4 months in all. The workouts have been varied and challenging, and I can definitely tell that I've become stronger since I started, particularly my abs and my arms.
In the end, however, the 4:51am alarm has become too much for me. I didn't miss one workout for the first month or so .... and then, due to the pregnancy, I started getting nauseous and fatigued. My attendance suffered. Some weeks I only made one weekday, but made up the other day on the weekend. Other weeks I considered myself lucky to get in one day at all, and I even had at least one week where I didn't make it even once. It was getting very frustrating.
And then, even though I started feeling better, I still had problems getting there. Once my "perfect attendance" was gone, it didn't seem so bad to miss a day here or there. I started missing workouts because I had grading to do the night before and stayed up too late, or because, quite frankly, I just didn't want to get up.
I'm definitely going to miss the workouts. But now I can focus on my running and also hopefully fit in a few strength-training workouts at home. They won't be as challenging, but they also won't be at 5:30am! I'll miss the workouts .... but I'll relish sleeping in next week, I'm sure.