I woke up early today on account of my slight insomia problem, and although it has yet to be clinically proven, here I am, 640am, wide awake after coming back from a run.
When I left at 530am, I thought I would have the world to myself, but I was mistaken; 530am belongs to the older generation. It is surprising to see so many (elderly) people up, running, and socialising this early in the day, because there aren't as many youth up at midnight as we're often led to think. You would think if the morning belonged to the adults, the night would belong, in equal measure, to the young. But I suppose that's not the case.
Anyways, waking up early is really refreshing. I suspect it's even better when you choose to wake up early, instead of when you have trouble sleeping. And the best thing is, you can run as fast or as slow as you like, and you can wear the ugliest of clothes, and have horrible bed-hair, and no one will judge you. Because the 530am crowd have the life experience to know better than to judge by appearances.
Or at least I would like to think they do.
I think they do.
1 comment:
I wake up at 5am just to have breakfast with the engineers at Upper Bt. Timah at 6am - one of my project sites. Work on site starts at 7am.
It started off as a dare because I did not believe one would wake up at 4am just to be there to have breakfast at 5:45am.
Sounds insane, but it's something different for a change. And amazingly? I like it. =)
As for your thoughts: Nobody really cares how you dress when they know you - they like you for who you are.
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