If I had to spend a day completely alone (no husband, family, friends, or colleagues), within a few miles of home, here’s how this otherwise creature-of-habit gal would spend it.
First, I’d wake when my body had had enough sleep; I wouldn’t be jolted by the irksome 5:15 a.m. wake-up screech I usually hear (followed by my back-up cell-phone alarm).
I imagine the room would be darkened thanks to stormy weather outside, so I’d be rubbing my eyes as the weak sun peeked behind the clouds around 7:30, and laze around in bed watching “The Today Show” for an hour or so.
Then, since I would have slept in real pajamas (vs. sleeping in clean gym clothes so I can just wake and go) I’d change into my workout clothes. I’d ignore my digital Tanita scale in the bathroom while getting ready; she has no purpose in my dream day.
I’d hit the gym for a nice, long workout including cardio and weights, but I would stop when my legs and arms started to fatigue–not when I’d burned X calories or been working out for X minutes. Because I wouldn’t be rushing to work, I’d have all the time in the world to take a break and reassess, stretch, etc. I’d leave the gym with a spring in my step, not rushing for the door.
Back home I wouldn’t need to go grocery shopping, clean or do laundry like I do most Saturdays when I get back from the gym, because on this dream day (during the week!), all our clothes are clean and folded, every room is spotless, and the fridge is stocked. (more…)