It’s 5:30 am, and the alarm on my phone won’t stop ringing. I’m in Washington DC, and my freezing cold surroundings are a far cry from the beautiful weather I’m accustomed to from living outside LA. I pull the blackout shades open, expecting the pitch black room to light up. Instead, it somehow makes it worse.
I meet up with a few friends and stumble outside of the hotel, desperately squinting at Google Maps on my phone. I have an awful sense of direction (not joking — I’ve gotten lost inside supermarkets), and the trek from my hotel to the hotel the morning jog will be leaving from seems unmanageable. To make matters worse, my friends are following me, and this early it seems every street in DC is more or less the same. After a few minutes of confusion, I finally orient myself and arrive at the hotel of departure.
Why did I feel the need to go jogging at 6am? I’m not at all athletic