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.
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.