It’s 4 AM and my hand slams down on the alarm’s snooze button.
“Stupid freaking alarm !!!!!!”
I rise out of bed and wipe my eyes.
It’s only Wednesday and I’m in a new city.
Not just a new city but a new country.
I’m in Dubai.
“Crap, did I only get three hours of sleep!”
“Why did I set my alarm so early”
“Why is my head pounding so much”
As I stretched, I felt my entire body sore from exhaustion. I immediately laid back down.
“Man, those cover’s felt so good wrapped around me.
I don’t think I should do this.
I’m too tired….
It’s no big deal if I don’t do this now and go back to sleep…
Who’s going to care?”
Is that what I truly wanted?
Did I just want to GIVE UPon my foolish fitness dreams?