The alarm goes off. My blurry eyes look around the dark room. I wish I could go back to sleep. I don't go back to sleep. Shoes are hiding. Where are my shoes? I wish I could go back to sleep. Somehow I am sitting on the edge of my bed. Do not go back to sleep. I get a text saying it's time to exercise. Getting a quick drink of water, I wish one more time for more sleep as I walk out my front door and down the street to my friend's house to exercise.
And that is how I begin my day most days of the week. The struggle is so real.