In my 20s, I used to enter 100-mile bike rides for fun. And would get up early, take a shower, do my hair, and then put on some lipgloss to match my jersey before packing the bike on the back of the Bronco and heading to the ride start. True story.
This morning, I agreed to meet a friend at the gym at 6 for some elliptical time. It’s 5 minutes from the house, so I set the alarm for 5:50. Got dressed in the dark, drove down the street, and headed in to the gym.
And then I looked down.