The beep of the alarm clock going off at 5:04am really pierced the depths of my consciousness and jolted me awake. My instantaneous thought, after putting off the alarm, was to say, "To hell with the workout. Go to sleep!". Nonetheless, I lay in bed, my chest heaving from the sudden spike in my heart rate; courtesy the shock of the alarm clock. I looked out the window and saw that the dawn was just about breaking. I dragged myself to the kitchen and the strong aroma of coffee did me more good than the caffeine kick.
I took off, thundering on my motorbike and reached my start point to ease into a gentle warm up. I hid the bottle of orange juice I'd carried, to stave off the hypoglycemia that has often struck me. I have been losing too many bottles of my favorite drink to mischievious school children, that revel in taking them away. The moderate speed workout seemed to flow easily at first; however, just as I was feeling the strain, the heavens broke open and I felt relief at the sudden and unnatural cool down. The orange juice helped me stem the loss of glycogen. I reached home exhausted and just as I plonked myself on the floor, Dojo came trotting over for a customary tickle under the chin:-) Not a bad start to the day.
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