It’s become morning ritual.

The alarm buzzes at 5:30am. I hit snooze six times until it’s an hour later and drag myself out of bed.

The sun’s just beginning to light the sky. Two more snoozes and it’ll be too hot for a morning jog.

I pull my shorts over my hips, wrestle my tight sports bra over my broad shoulders, bend down to tie my shoes.

Already I’m out of breath and I haven’t made it downstairs yet.

I select a playlist. It’s Sunday, so I should listen to worship music.

“God, help me through this week.”

Ready? Go.

Today’s playlist

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