Spring is in the air. The weather might not have quite caught up with the programme yet given the rain that is lashing down on the window pane as I type this and the snow that we had last weekend brrr. But it wouldn’t be a Yorkshire spring without a bit of snow now, would it? But the light mornings are definitely creeping in and with it comes the urge to actually leap out of bed instead of that all encompassing need to hide under the duvet for just five. more. minutes.
This time of year is like a lightbulb – physically and metaphorically for me. It is only when the light mornings start to creep in that I realise just how hard I find the dark mornings of winter. Getting out of bed when it is still dark outside just feels wrong diddly wrong and it is no exaggeration to say that it takes all that I have just to be able to get myself up of a morning. I can’t believe what a difference a bit of sunlight can make. It’s like I am ready to come out of hibernation at last and the clocks haven’t even sprung forward yet.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I exercised which will make it months not weeks ago that’s for sure. I don’t give myself a hard time about slipping off the exercise wagon over the winter months. I’m a big believer in listening to what your own body (and mind) craves and for me that is just hunkering down and surviving not diving out of bed and leaping around with my dumbbells. And I’m fine with that. I think it does me more good (certainly mentally) to do the hibernation thing and sure, I am a little softer around the edges in the winter months but I don’t think that is such a bad thing. Nothing I can’t live with anyway.
But with the brighter mornings comes my need to dust off my exercise mat, don my baggy Primark vest and old TopShop leggings and dive around the living room with Davina for forty minutes before the rest of the house awakes. I love working out at that time of day. You feel like you have conquered the world by the time you get back from the school run. I’ve worked out while fighting off a hungry ginger cat, showered, dressed, done my face, straightened my hair, got four children up, breakfasted and out, emptied the dishwasher, filled the dishwasher, fed a hungry ginger cat, put a load of washing in and walked up a big hill to school – what have you done this morning? Full on smug mode. But in a I feel great kind of way not an annoyingly smug kind of way. Heck, some days I don’t even tell Instagram that I bounced out of bed at 6am to exercise. And it still counts. Who knew?