I woke up with you yesterday and while I may have groaned and dreaded your arrival, I was actually happy to see you. As I got out of bed and pulled on my Lycra pants and tied my sneakers, I took a deep breath and shook the sleepiness off, preparing for the work we were about to do.
A quick drink of water and slice of bread later, and we were out the door. That first step outside with you is always interesting. What will we find? Heat and suffocating humidity? Slightly cool and thick with fog is how we were greeted yesterday. We took off in a different direction, changing up our usual routine to keep us fresh, motivated.
As my legs warmed up and I started to run, I realized that this is why I deal with you as often as I can, 5:30 a.m. For this feeling of strength. For starting my day in the healthiest way that I can. For the time I get to breathe, to go over my to-do list and think, “This is OK. I can handle this. I can handle this life.”
That time alone with you is something I’ve come to treasure. As much as your piercing alarm can make me want to punch someone, I know you’re only looking out for me. I know you want what’s best — and that’s to focus on myself for that time before the world fully wakes up. You give me that time to myself to think through what’s bothering me, to laugh and remember good times, to be grateful for all I have.
So I want to thank you, 5:30 a.m., for helping me become a healthier person. For letting me run/walk and improve my fitness, while working through the clutter in my mind. While I may fight you at times, I promise to never take you granted.
You’re mine, 5:30 a.m. And I’m yours.