The mystery of sleep
So due to the fact that the F1 was simply awesome last night - I decided to stay up and watch the complete (typically delayed) telecast. Due to the aforementioned fact, coupled with the red flag / restart / length of the race, it meant I got to bed no earlier than 2am.
As a result of my excitement having witnessed such an awesome race, I had trouble getting to sleep, compounding the dilemma of having to be up at 7:30am for work.
Usually, F1 weekends are chaos for me. I begin Mondays as a relatively unsteady zombie, stumbling around the house in an animated fashion, sitting at my desk feeling somewhat sorry for myself - happy on one hand that I’ve seen the race, but quite displeased that I have to sit there for 8 hours feeling like rubbish and counting the minutes until I can go home and have a proper rest.
These mornings follow a night where I’ll go to bed at around 1:30am, long after the race has actually finished but while the delayed telecast we receive is still showing.
So imagine my surprise when I awaken this morning, feeling completely refreshed.
By the time I settled and actually nodded off, it must have been about 2:30am. Meaning I had about five hours of sleep. Usually six hours gets me by - through the day at least, without being completely useless. But five hours is pushing it. And what’s more, its even increasingly unbelievable that five hours of sleep could deliver a replenished, refreshing slumber.
There has to be a reason for this. There must be some switch, or cycle that explains why five hours of sleep can be equally as refreshing as an eight hour sleep-in on the weekend.
I wonder if there’s some way of managing an hour of sleep and still feeling just as fresh the next day? For if this was possible, it would certainly change the way I did stuff.
Imagine actually being awake for the majority of your life. Only losing 1/24th of your life to slumber as opposed to the third that the average person sleeps away?
How much more we could accomplish…
