Bad timing

Poor James. Yesterday morning he found out the hard way that I'm not much of a morning girl. It's not that I'm bad tempered or taciturn in the mornings, and I can certainly crank out an article in the early hours if under pressure of a deadline. But physical activity before about 9am doesn't seem to agree with me.

However, because James' schedule was packed, we were booked in for a session at 8 yesterday morning. I woke up early enough to have my morning muesli at the right time to provide fuel for my muscles (about an hour or so before exercise is the best time to eat complex carb-based breakfasts – if you're short of time fresh fruit will do just before exercising, at a push). But I was sluggish. Even worse, I whined more than a mosquito does on a hot summer's night when you're trying to get some shut eye.

Just how do those high-powered execs manage to work out at 6 in the morning before a big day of meetings?