Rrrrr…Rrrrr. Nothing
like waking up to a seemingly violent cellphone vibrating.
Twenty-Twenty-Twenty-Four
Hours To Go-o-o! I Wanna Be
Sedated!
“Unhh.” Slap! “Uhhh.”
I
push myself up into a sitting position on the bed and stop my alarm. I look at the time: 5:00AM.
Going
though the motions of everyday life, I get dressed, put my contacts in, and
push my hair into a half-hearted ponytail before going downstairs.
Glug, glug, then I add a scoop of
protein powder to the bottle. Shake, shake, shake.
Sigh.
Chug,
chug. I still haven’t decided
if I like this stuff.
The
sky is still pitch black when I pull into the gym parking lot.
Beep! My card gets scanned.
“Yeah,
it’s an early day for me,” I mumble to the girl at the front desk.
I’m
still on autopilot as I begin a quick warm-up on the treadmill.
Bam,
bam, bam, running shoes on the treadmill. The only thing I can hear is Daft Punk’s electronic sounds
penetrating my eardrums, and them my brain.
I
look down at the treadmill’s display, half a mile already run. I shake my head from side-to-side,
jiggling my brain away. I look
around to see if anyone else witnessed my act of weakness. No one did. I hit the pause button, and switch to something
more fitting to an early morning run on my iPod: NOFX.
Nothing like a little hardcore punk to get yourself in rhythm at
5:47 in the morning.
