Mornings start so early

I'm as bad as I was in high school (millions of years ago, when we had to share the pool with diplodocuses). I set my phone alarm, but forgot to turn it ON. I just happened to wake up at 5:15 a.m. and my limbic brain took over. Before I really knew what was going on, I was at 56th and Old Cheney, just 30 minutes behind schedule. I managed to fit in a 100 warm-up before our 1,000 time trial. And, despite getting lapped repeatedly by Adam and Mike, and having to hack up loogies a couple of times, I did OK. In fact, I even did an extra 50 because my limbic brain can't count. I'm not sure what my time was and it doesn't really matter. I did the best I could with a nagging chest cold.