In this spastic and chaotic world, sometimes it’s just nice to know how something is going to turnout. 
Last night, I planned on getting up at 5:00am this morning, writing 500 words, and I needed a 3 mile test walk to see how my knee was doing (it’s feeling great, by the way).
This morning, my watch alarm went off at 4:55, Eye of The Tiger started playing on my Amazon Echo Dot in the Kitchen, and the coffeemaker gurgled its last drop through the filter. I poured my coffee and sat at the table to add another 500 words to my plan for my next training season. And after typing for 45 minutes, a reminder on my phone dinged, letting me know it was time to walk and finish the audiobook I’ve been enjoying the last few days, Grit by Angela Duckworth (I highly recommend it). I slid on my New Balance Fresh Foam Mores and walked out the door. I finished my walk 45 minutes later, and got back in plenty of time to shower, get dressed, and poop before it was time to leave for work.
The moment I arrive at work, I don’t know what my day will be like. For an anxious person like me, it’s nice to know that at least for two hours this morning, I was in charge. I knew what happened next. While everyone else in my family of 7 was asleep, I was reading a book, practicing my writing, planning my training sessions, and preparing for my 37.5 mile race; 5am might be early, but the rewards that come from those two hours are infinite, even if it means being a little tired now and then.