Goggins 2.0
I wake up to the sound of my alarm—four AM. Rise and shine. It’s the middle of winter, I have school in a few hours, and I still have an English essay to write. I throw on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt, head downstairs, throw on my tennis shoes, and walk out the door. As I get outside I see mist with every breathe I take as if I was a fifty year old chain-smoker well past his prime. It's just me and my thoughts. I do my stretches and start my run. Up to the top of the court, down the street, through the woods, to the track. As I am running I begin thinking about how I could be back in bed under the warm covers, but this just motivates me to run faster. Weakness. Instead of counting my laps I count the people I lap. The two other early risers provide a nice goal to achieve. As soon as I pass one I race to pass the next. After around forty laps, my incentives decide to leave and I am alone once again. I run five more laps and head home. Once home, I see my mom at the door, hands o...