I showed up early to Boot Camp this morning -- which was most definitely a first. (You can talk to my dad about how much of a morning person I am.)
But as I walked up and noticed I was the first one there (even before my coach!), I was immediately transported to my junior year in high school.
I had morning swim practice every weekday at 5:30am. And I can't remember a sweeter feeling than pulling up and seeing the clock said 5:25am. That meant I had exactly 4 more minutes to lean my seat back and close my eyes.