What the heck did I ever do to you?
How can one little hour have so much impact?
Por ejemplo – last Sunday I joined my running buddies for a 90 min trail run at San Elijo Lagoon. We had to get started before 8am because they have follow up the run with a swim class that starts at 9:45. I ended up covering just over 7 miles in the 90mins and ended up with a couple of angry toes due to some poor pedicure habits (my own fail, nothing to do with the always awesome shoes & socks). Anyhow, I followed up the run last week by completing the following, all before noon:
- filled up car with gas
- had a protein shake when I got home
- showered & tended to toes
- started a load of laundry
- went to dry cleaner and dropped off comforter & picked up clothes
- finished weekly grocery shopping
- emptied dishwasher from load I started before my run
- watched early morning news shows that were on the DVR
Not a bad morning’s work, right?
So today we had the same run planned. Other than filling the car up with gas & emptying the dishwasher (did those last night), I needed to do pretty much the same things afterwards.
So how did it go today after Springing Forward one measly hour?
- Home from run around 9:30
- Made protein drink
- Check toes (all good this week)
- Turned on DVR to watch news shows while sipping shake
- Turned off DVR and went to sleep
- Woke up and turned DVR back on and finished watching shows
- got in shower at 12:30
See a difference there?
One hour ends up screwing up and entire day.
And it wasn’t just me. No one in this house moved until noon.
Someone asked on twitter what we were all going to do with that extra hour of daylight we inherited today. I’ll tell what I’m doing. Catching up from the apparent FOUR HOURS I lost this morning!
Not sure that extra hour is worth it right now. Especially since I still feel foggy brained and hungover.
Seriously DST – what the hell did I do to you?
No love, Me.
And one more thing…
After more than a week off of running since the race, I eagerly got up at 5:30am today and run for 25 minutes. I was thrilled there was daylight. I was thrilled to be back out on the pavement. It was cold, but I didn’t care. Up hills three times. Still kept up an 11 min mile pace.
WTF is wrong with me?!!
(Stop salivating, that is a rhetorical question)
I figured since I already ran into a couple of people who were not aware of the time change this weekend that I better post it to provide a community service
Sat night/Sunday morning – we spring forward folks. Losing an hour. Begin cursing now.
Not that any of us have clocks that actually need changing anymore. Even those are almost exclusively idiot proof now (thank gawd).
Ooh – hey – got any “oops, forgot to change my clocks!” stories?
The one that I remember like it was just yesterday was way back in the late 80′s when I had just started working at NU. In those good old days, they had graduations every quarter end and always on Sundays. They would ask the employees to volunteer to staff the events. That earned you a free day off. I was fairly new to the company and still feeling my way socially with everyone. As one of the only ones my age with a child I was already odd person out a lot of the time since I couldn’t go to happy hours and things like that. Well, one of those graduation Sundays was on a spring forward weekend. Not only did I forget about THAT, but I also totally forgot to set my alarm at all. When I woke up I thought I could still get there at least within 30 mins of the check in time. Nope, I was 90 minutes late. I still remember that horrible sinking feeling in my gut when I caught on to my blunder. In my insecure early 20s brain, it was awful! Obviously in the long run it didn’t matter eh?
But hey – just to COMPOUND the yuckiness of losing an hour of sleep, guess what I get to do?
Remember how I’ve been thrilled about getting SB involved with the triathletes in our work out group?
Did I mention the Time Trial bike race event he signed up for with the team?
Did you know it’s this coming Sunday morning on Fiesta Island?
Did you know he has to check in before 6:30am?
Did you know that his start time is set at 7:05:30 am and in order to check in and warm up he should be on the island no later than 6am?
Back into that from where we live and factoring in shoving some breakfast down our throats, did you know that means a 4:30-am at the latest wake up?
Are you guessing that I am perhaps no longer so thrilled about all this?