RUN!
Forrest Gump had the right idea. When you’ve got the time, run.
I like running. When you’re out there, on the track, and you’re feeling the rush of the cool breeze on your face while the morning sun’s beating down on your skin. The mix of the cold and the heat is invigorating, especially if it’s early in the morning, and you’ve just woken up.
Nothing picks you up more in the morning.
I’ve made it my morning ritual to go for a jog every morning. Right after jumping - or crawling - off the bed, I squirm into my running shoes, and hit the nearby park, which by this time will be crawling with the local kids and early morning adults off for their morning calisthenics.
The asphalt’s traction is a welcome counterforce to each footfall, and the strain of the effort wakes me up better than any old cup of coffee can.
The best part is, my morning run clears the cobwebs from my head like a jolt of morning lightning. The only down side is that when I’m old and doddering, I’ll probably have the weakest knees in the neighborhood, haha.