That is the start to my morning
You see my alarm clock has an attitude, and he brings it without warning
He has no regard for the comfortable consideration the bed has made
And it’s incredible hold it has on me, especially the days it’s storming.
So feet hit the floor, mind still on the pillow
The Green shoes beckon for company with the Garmin waiting as well
I hardly think they even worry about the oncoming hills though.
Those two are ready if I am at the beach or running in the snow
Shirt, shorts, socks and the shoes on the tired body that just wants back in bed
I know I should put bread in the toaster; carbs for fuel is what the experts say
But the thought of all that work of making toast
Well frankly it’s just too much for me to handle today
Make the way to the door, “it’s not too late, I am still warm” my bed calls
One last look at the bedroom door
Why is the door so heavy, why are my feet dragging, trying to stall?
Through the garage, now I feel the chill of the morning
It’s dark as the door raises but is that a glimpse of the sun rising?
The cold hits my face, and makes the alarm clock seem juvenile
Long walk to the end of the driveway; yep that’s the dawn on the horizon
I can’t hear my bed calling anymore, the alarm clock has been put in the forgotten file
One last look at the house and now make sure the Green shoes are tied right
Headphones in, I think it will be Bob Marley running with me today
Hit the button on the Garmin, first steps toward the morning light
Run Hard – Always Finish