Thursday, June 5, 2025
Time: 5:40 AM
Song: Raging Fire
Artist: Philip
Phillips
Mode of Consumption:
Listening to MP3s on shuffle while working out.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/3Q2tKt6gKdn9LUMcHFxNJy?si=3a327320a76c47ed
Jodi’s alarm goes off at 5 AM. I wake momentarily as she exits the bedroom.
Falling back to sleep, I drift into a dream about a plane flying over my parents’ house. It has a flat back with people sitting outside. It barely clears the house and then the same with the barn, before doing a loop-de-loop and landing on the road that runs in front of the house.
From there, it backs up into the lane, and the pilot claims he can park the plane in my father’s barn. I dispute this claim and then wake up.
It’s 5:03. How is that possible? All that dreaming in three minutes.
I drift again to sleep. I woke up later and rolled over. I read the bright red numbers of the clock as 5:45. Time to get up.
I get out of bed. Make it with bleary eyes and then change into my workout clothes. After a stop at the restroom, I descend the stairs as Jodi enters the kitchen with wet hair. The clock on the microwave reads 5:30.
It’s amazing. Most of the time such little time difference makes little difference. In the morning, I feel robbed of valuable sleep, and yet also feel like it’s probably for the best. I should put more time into my workouts. A little more cardio. An extra lap with Millie around the yard.
Could I do this every day? Should I do it?
Would I lose that
extra five or ten pounds I carry? Would it make no difference? Will I tire out
earlier?
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