Just fucking sleep.

Although I now identify as a morning person, I'm always surprised that no matter what time I went to bed, those first few hours feel like dragging a heavy suitcase through quicksand.

And I've worked out the logistics. The secret to being a morning person is actually pretty simple: just get the fuck out of bed... and make sure you're back in it early enough to get enough fucking sleep to do it all again tomorrow.

Logical.

Easy to follow.

Except it isn't.

Without constant vigilance, it can all unravel. One late night becomes two. One sleep-in becomes a week. Before I know it, the routine has disappeared and I'm right back where I started.

So I start again.

Again.

Rebuild the habit.

Because habits are fragile little bastards.

Above all else, athletes are morning people.