The alarm goes off. It’s 5:30 am and I’m tired. I would honestly love to roll over and go back to sleep. Thoughts of hitting the ‘off’ button on my alarm bring joy and happiness to me – rolling out of this bed, away from my warm blankets and wife do not.
I know that I will have to get dressed in the dark and in the cold. Stumble to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Ram a contact into an eye that doesn’t want to open. I know it’s freezing outside. I wonder what combination of uncomfortable clothing I’ll have to wear to stay warm.
I think of my wife. I think of my children and how I want them to never settle. I think of my family, my friends and my word. I think of my training partners who expect that I have superior conditioning. I think of the possibility of another fight. I think of some faraway dream that I want to come true that I haven’t realized yet. I think about how I’m getting older and time is running out so I better hurry up.