I get out of bed earlier on the weekends than I do on weekdays.

This morning, Will graciously picked up my bike and me at 7am for a drive into Illinois for some cycling. That means the alarm had to be set for 6am so I could get up, find some food and bike clothes, and stabilize my balance on foot before attempting to pedal many miles.

On a work day, I crawl out of bed between 7 and 9, which is not to say that I don’t put a whole day’s worth of work in, I just start it later. That’s unlike some people I know who get up ungodly early.

Crazy peoples.