The Hardest Part of The Day

It often seems, at least as of late, that the most difficult time of day is getting up. Its not because I utter inside “Oh my God, is it really this time already?!” But its more of a time of ultimate challenge and undeniable pursuit.
For when I open my eyes, I already see myself running. Its eerie at times, but sometimes I wake up and go through my run in a quasi-dream like state. So once I do get up, bite the proverbial bullet, and start shuffling, I know I’m doing the best thing I can.
Often times in endurance sport, this topic arises, and often times respondents don’t really know what keeps them moving.
So this morning I ran, and ran better than I have in the last few days. Then, in about 75 degree heat, (so great) I went for an aero bar training ride. Lots of fun. Got in some light weight work, and a bike guidance brick at the end. So all in all, its been a good day, and that challenge that came this morning? It has been met, yet again.