In my 20s and early 30s, I depended on intensity to get myself out of bed for early morning adventures. As soon as my alarm went off, I let testosterone take the wheel, and I would give myself some ...
At the end of summer, as Labor Day loomed, I began to dread something that I typically love–my early morning run/walks with my hound dog, Dolly. During the warmer months, as the sun rose, the dewy ...