It's 5:00 AM, and I roll over and hit the snooze button, cursing myself for last night's one more chapter... one more chapter... one more chapter...
It's still dark outside, but I roll out of bed and put on my running gear. I put my hair up and grab my water bottle and find my keys without any realization that I am now awake for the day.
I drive through town as the first glimmer of daylight peeks through. I see people out and about. Walking and running with friends and pets and by themselves. Why would anyone be awake at this hour? I'm awake at this hour.
I meet my dad in the driveway of my childhood home, and we walk down the driveway. We start running at the crack in the road after the fire hydrant. The sun is waking up now, too. I feel more alive at this moment than I do at any other time in the week.
We run for 2.34 miles early in the morning every Monday and Wednesday, my dad and I. We chat about work and hobbies and family and friends and books and memories and food and running and I wonder if the conversation makes him feel inspired and understood as it does me.
I'm blessed that in my life and in my work I'm surrounded by smart, funny, thoughtful people to have interesting discussions with, but the early morning talks with my dad as we run are my favorite conversations of the week.
We finish our run, finish our conversation while we quickly stretch. He gives me a hug and we say “have a good day” and I drive back through town to my grown up home. I’m fully awake now, as is the sun, and I’m grateful for another day. It’s going to be a good day.
On my short drive I see people out and about. Finishing their walking and running with friends and pets and by themselves. Our usually tired little town is awake and alive and full of energy. I think to myself, “In order to see the best of this town, wake up before the sun.”
I smile and think, "Maybe in order to see the best of this whole world, I should wake up before the sun."