Win The Morning, Win The Day

In my 20’s (and some of my 30’s) 4am was the time you came home from the club, not the time you woke up and started your day. I would see joggers out and about and eye the “day people” with the contempt and arrogance of a 20-year-old who lived on 2-minute noodles and potato chips but was still a size 8.

Now just a decade (or 2) later here I was starting my day at 4am by choice – sort of.