Morning Person?

If you ask my mom - the woman who has had to drag my whiny, eyes-still-closed, pretending-to-be-sick butt out of bed thousands of times in the first decade and a half of my life - if I am a morning person, she'll laugh.  And laugh.  No, her daughter is definitely not a morning person.

If you ask my husband - the man with whom I've shared a bed for nearly all of the past three thousand nights - if I am a morning person, he'll give you a sarcastic "Ha!"  Then he'll tell you that he doesn't even talk to me when I first lurch out of bed because even the sweetest "Good morning babe!" will be met with an icy glare.

Give me coffee or die.

In fact, I had a rule at work that no one harass me before 8:30.  I never had to enforce it, because nobody wanted to talk to me.  Seriously.

But if you ask my morning workout partner, or Rachel, with whom I've raced dozens of races that required us to leave the house before dawn, if I am a morning person, I'm willing to bet not only do they think I'm a morning person, they've been pretty irritated by my "morning enthusiasm" (And, no not that 'morning enthusiasm' dudes wake up with every day)

Especially my race buddies.  I'm usually the organizer of our group of racing friends:  sign-up reminder, mini-van driver, sweet mid-90s race mix maker, and self-nominated team spirit captain. And when their cars pull up alongside my minivan on a dark cold morning to carpool to a race I've badgered them in to, they are often met with the sight of me dancing vaguely seizure-esque in my van to "Tootsie Roll".

(C'mon, you know you want to.  "To the left, to the left... to the right, to the right... now let me see that tootsie roll!"

Worse yet, when they open the door of their Chariot of Team Spirit (as I secretly like to call my van in my head), they are met with a loud and hyper, "Good MORNING!"

On race morning, I'm like that puppy that's so excited to see you it pees itself when the door opens.  Except instead of peeing myself, what happens instead is a constant stream of peppy nonsense.

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 "How are you?  You're going to do so great!  How did you sleep?  We're so awesome! How do you feel?  Are you ready?  You are going to kick so much ass! What's your pace plan?"


It's a lot to deal with, I know.

So when someone asks me if I'm a morning person...  what do I say?  No, unless something awesome is going on?  Yes, as long as I get up before sunrise and get to irritate a van full of people?



Are you a morning person?