All of my college roommates were morning people.  One would get up and munch crunchy granola as I tried to sleep with the pillow over my head.  Another would sing not-quite-under-her-breath enough.  The third would get up early and leave the room to go running; although she tried to be quiet, I could feel her energy invading my lovely warm bed and pulling me up and out.  They were all lovely, lovely women and I am still friends with all of them.  However, I’ve always felt there is something just the tiniest bit annoying about morning people.

I must be a night owl, then, you assume?  Nope.  My husband is a true night owl, who left to his own devices would sleep from 2 am to 10 am.  Unfortunately the business world doesn’t accommodate his preferences.  I am neither an early bird or a night owl.  I am at my best from about 10 am to 2 pm, and 5 pm to 8 pm.  Is there a name for that?  Before 10 am, I am still trying to get into the swing of things; between 2 pm and 4 pm I am battling the strong desire for a nap.

My new teaching schedule means that I am going to have to take advantage of the early morning hours if I want to have any chance of maintaining a regular yoga practice.  The ideal plan would be to get up at 5 and hit the mat.  I didn’t accomplish that this week, although I was up at 5:45 twice this week and did manage two short practices.  I figure, baby steps.  At least I managed two early days (the other two days I don’t work, so I didn’t get up as early but did do short practices).  Next week, maybe I’ll hit three days, then four, then five.  Then I can slowly start rolling back the clock until I’m up at 5:00 and doing a more complete practice.

The thing is, early morning practices are lovely.  It’s so quiet, and the sun is just coming up.  I found myself more drawn to meditation and quiet seated poses than to vigorous vinyasa this week, so I tried to honor my body’s energy by practicing in that way.  I imagine that over time, my energy will be greater in the morning and I will find myself doing more and more.  Or not.  As Donutszenmom said, it’s not WHAT you practice, it’s THAT you practice.