This year I’ve been going to work out at six o’clock in the morning, a time I simultaneously love and struggle with.
Love, because it feels great to have a serious workout behind me by 7:00 a.m. Struggle, because it is hard to get out the door at 5:00-something, and harder to put myself to bed the night before at the same time as my 8-year-old.
The class is usually crowded, which tells me I’m not the only woman who (at least begrudgingly) loves the pre-dawn sessions. But almost every session, one or more of us is late, rushing in to the middle of a workout that is well underway. (Some of us are more consistently late than others.)
Usually it’s just a minute or two. But yesterday a woman who is always on time slipped into class 12 minutes past the hour.
Twelve minutes isn’t the end of the world, right? You can get an amazing workout in 48 minutes—yet I hear that at some studios this would never happen. Someone locks the doors when class starts, and if you’re late, that’s too bad. Try again tomorrow.
I’m glad that doesn’t happen here.
(Okay, sometimes we lock the door, but that’s because we’re not sure about the dude trying to observe our class through the windows, not because we don’t want you to come in. Just knock, and someone will run to let you in.)
Warning: as an INFP, and a 9, I’m inclined to get all gushy and sentimental about stuff like this. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’ve got a book you can read.)
But I love that people feel comfortable coming in twelve minutes late (or once, twenty-five!), or leaving ten minutes early if their schedule for the day doesn’t allow them to stay the full hour. We’re making the most of what we have to offer that day, even if it feels like the leftovers.
I love that my friend—jet lagged from a trip across six states and two time zones—showed up to class this week wearing collagen eye masks. (She swears by them for puffiness, and gave me some to try. Maybe I’ll wear them to class.)
Nobody cares. We’re there early because we’re trying to take care of ourselves, and our bodies, doing the best we can with what we have.
Of course this isn’t just about locked doors or 6:00 am workouts. I’d love to hear your thoughts on being gentle with yourself and kind to others in comments.