It would be nice if I could get up when I want (except on Wednesdays when I’m rudely awakened by the dustman), but I’m not Damon Albarn so I get up around 6:15 most mornings. A funny thing happens at this point. Early morning exercise, which the previous evening had seemed really important to my recovery, suddenly seems about as urgent as Marriage Equality is to Malcom Turnbull- I’m generally in favour of it, I just don’t want to take any pain to make it happen.
Despite some initial reluctance, I usually kick myself into gear and am leaving the house around 6:45. The few times I wuss out, I usually regret my choice quicker than St Kilda after trading for Jake Carlisle. I only have to get to the end of drive to remind myself why I love Tasmania and by extension, riding to work. Kingston Beach is usually placid and quiet at this time, with the low sun glinting on the calm water.
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