One Step

I love to sleep.

Well, actually I love that time in the morning when I wake up before the alarm goes off and realize that I have the luxury of lying there in my warm, cozy bed for another hour or more, that I can go back to sleep, that the lovely dream I was having might come back.  It's the absolute comfort of being under the covers with a soft pillow under my head - with no demands on my time yet - with no outside world crashing in.

So, when I decided that getting up early in the morning to exercise was something I needed to do, I wasn't sure if I could give up that lovely morning comfort.  When the first morning came, and the alarm buzzed its irritating buzz, I hesitated (after slamming the snooze button first). Did I really want to get up at this ungodly hour, on purpose, to put on tennis shoes, turn on the DVR and sweat before breakfast? 

Then I discovered something very surprising.