One of my goals is to never hit my snooze alarm. I hate it.
I am the kind of guy that wakes up, rolls over and slaps the snooze and falls asleep almost instantly. If I put the alarms across the room, then I get up, stumble across the room, slap the snooze and am asleep as I fall back into bed. I hit the snooze generally 3-4 times every morning. The feeling of sleeping that extra ten (or forty) minutes outweighs my desires to eat breakfast or be on time to school. I could sleep ten hours and still that extra little nap is the best feeling ten minutes of the night.
I have only set a few alarms since new year’s and thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in for most of my holiday, but now school is starting again and my alarm is very much needed. I set it, and I made sure that I would have a good hour to get ready and leave for class. I woke up and instantly hated myself for making that goal. I sat up so that I wouldn’t fall asleep after I turned off my alarm, blinked a few times and started hating my life. I got up and wandered around the room grabbing clothes, books and really doing anything that I could think of (and thinking is a limited process for me in the morning). I threw myself down on the floor for some pushups and situps, stretched a little and hopped into the shower shortly after, confident that the shower would wake me up.
The shower made me want to sleep more, but I couldn’t give up so easily. I got dressed and left for school.
Waking up without the snooze, to me, is like driving a fork into my own leg. It is the single worst way to start the day. The plus side is that I had a lunch to eat today, did my morning workout and was early for class. I hear it gets easier with time because, if it doesn’t, all of you will get really annoyed by my constant whining in my blogs. I hope for your sakes that it does.
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