2am. That is exactly the time, give or take 3 minutes on either side, that I awaken every single night in a flash of heat. It doesn’t matter what I eat, what time I have gone to bed, or where I am sleeping (let’s not get too excited – my house, my parent’s, or a hotel while racing/vacationing alone).
This has been occurring since November 2010 when the magic medicine which I consumed to alleviate the hackneyed annoyance had to be stopped. Fine, it’s not like it’s the end of the world or anything. Except it sort of is when I can’t fall back asleep. My brain has a tendency to continue to swirl on high alert even during resting hours. That too, would be fine if I was solving our economic or health care crises, thinking of ways to bring fresh water into remote areas of the world, or even figuring out my second and third shots on a par 5. But alas, I just think about stupid stuff.
(At least last night drummed up some laughter as I recalled my shopping spree in Qwonset Hut yesterday where, as the aromatic combination of incense and weed burned, I purchased a magnet for my office which reads: I am one bad relationship away from having 30 cats)
My Mom sleeps with ice cubes next to her bed and sinks a wrist into them when she’s awakened. Some women sleep with a fan spinning above them. Some women just deal with it.
I suppose I fall into the latter category. Frankly, there’s really no other choice than dealing with whatever comes our way. Death, taxes and…morning.
The Best Part of Wakin’ Up…
Happily, coffee also helps me run faster.