
I’ve been working late these past several weeks – into the wee hours after midnight. That’s not good, because my best hours are in the morning when I have more energy and a clear head. What is good is that I’m not sleeping late, which is what I would have done in the past. I’m getting up at 5:30 regardless, which gives me the time I need to get some important work done before my quotidian business demands kick in.
To compensate for the lost hours of sleep, I take two half-hour naps during the day. It’s surprising and encouraging to discover that this seems to work.
When I am sleep-deprived, as they say, I have a strong urge to tell my trainers and grappling companions that I’m injured and must postpone exercise until the following day. But these guys know me too well to believe me. “We will start out easy and work up a little sweat,” they say, “then see how we feel.”
After 10 minutes of riding the Airdyne and five minutes of calisthenics, my physical and mental ennui evaporates and I feel – quite miraculously – okay. I then agree to put on a 40-pound weighted vest (to match the 40 pounds of body weight I’ve lost in the last 6 months) and get to the training, which is always some version of brutality… but the sort that leaves you feeling good when you’ve survived.
Today, when I was on the bike, my trainer was listening to some YouTube news channel featuring a young black woman complaining about how she felt victimized by White Privilege, and especially by “Old White Rich Men.” Which left me wondering, “Is she talking about me?”