The plan today was for me to workout with my buddy at his place. We usually start “ripping” (his term) at 8:30 in the morning. Today, however, his work obligations meant we had to start at 7am.
Shit, I thought. That’s usually when I wake up.
Excited for the challenge, I agreed. I went to bed early, woke up at 5:30, and wanted to die.
After sleepwalking through my morning routine and drinking a cup of coffee, I turned my phone on to see that he had to cancel. I sat there, eyes half closed, and wanted to throw my phone out the window.
I had wasted exhaustion for no payoff. I had a full day ahead of me. I couldn’t go back to sleep after chugging a cup of Joseph.
In the midst of my frustration, I sat back for a second and asked myself a few questions to accurately assess the situation.
Is there anything I can do about already being up and caffeinated? No.
Did my buddy give a shit about having to cancel? Yes. Super apologetic.
Did he tell me why he canceled? Yes. A client messed up and he had to fix the problem.
Do I know what kind of stress he’s going through? No.
Workout or no, would I be exhausted today anyway? Yes.
Will I make it through this? Yes.
I will make it through this, I’ll get my work done, and I’ll happily go to bed earlier tonight.