I used to wake up to workout in the morning. I hate the morning. I would wake up to the noise of the alarm and instantly be angry that I was up before everyone else. I would smash the button to silence the alarm and, grumbling away, wrestle my cold tired body into the first workout clothing my hands could grab. Sometimes I wouldn’t even do that- I would workout in my pajamas. Supportive people around me would say, “At least you were doing something to stay healthy! Right?” Wrong. Bleary-eyed and sore from sleeping, I would make my way…