Do you think we’re trained to only wake up to our own alarms?
Derek had to be work extra early this morning, so he had to set his alarm to go off before mine (probably for the first time since I moved in). Usually I’m up, dressed, and out the door before he even begins to stir. It was opposite this morning – he was up, dressed, and out the door before my alarm was even thinking about buzzing. The strange thing is, I have no recollection of his extra-early alarm going off. I only remember him waking me up for a kiss before he walked out the door.
I was thinking about this on my run this morning. Granted, I’m a heavy sleeper, but usually when I stay with other folks that have to be up before I am, I rarely hear their alarms going off before my own. Also, I find my alarm pretty loud and obnoxious (hey – it gets me up!), but it does nothing to wake up Derek. Every morning he continues to snore as I run across the room to turn my alarm off and tip toe around the bed getting ready for the day.
I wonder if we train ourselves to only wake up to our own alarms when we know other people are around? Or if we’re just so used to our partner’s alarms, that we learn to ignore them when they go off before we need to get up? The only time I wake up to Derek’s alarm is when I know I should be up at that time (like his alarm is set for 7:00 and mine’s set for 7:00, but his goes off first for whatever reason). I think there’s something to be said about our bodies knowing when it’s time to get up as well. hmm…
What about you? Do you wake up to other people’s alarms or just your own?
Sorry, random ramblings of a runner. I obviously think about very important things as I’m running. 😉
Do you know who goes crazy in the morning no matter who’s alarm is going off? Maddie. She hears an alarm – ANY alarm – and she’ll bounce out of a deep sleep, ready to play. Time to get up! Time to play! Time to potty! Time to get up! Luckily, my subconscious has learned to zone her out in the morning too.
Maddie was still pretty wound up when I got up, so I strapped a leash on her and took her out for the 3 miler with me. My running princess was in heaven. We did our normal 3 mile loop, then came back and I did a quick routine of jumping jacks, squats, lunges, push-ups, and sit-ups to keep the blood pumping for another 15 minutes.
Once I was done, I made a simple breakfast of waffle and peaches.
This was the last of a batch of homemade waffles my sisters and I made when they visited the other week (I froze the extras – just pop them in the toaster and they’re better than an eggo). Smothered with almond butter and jam then sprinkled with ground flax and granola.
A juicy fresh peach on the side.
Alright, time for this day to begin.