My eyes open slowly, fighting the new day.
I stumble from my slumber, struggling with my shirt and jogging pants.
I finally make it to the door, greeted by a cold rush of wind.
I must push onward. That goal is waiting at the end….and what a goal it is.
Days like today will be worth the push, I tell myself.
I see my breath in the crisp morning air.
Left foot, right foot, left foot.
Don’t give up.