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I slam my alarm clock to shut it off. I try to open my eyes to recover what time it is, but it feels as though the sleep fairy came along while I was sleeping and super glues my eyes shut. I knew I had to get up to go to the gym, so I rolled over, stood up and flicked the light on. At that moment it felt like I was staring directly into the sun, every time I try to open my eyes they would close immediately. I am still not awake yet but I know if I want to go to the gym before work I have to push myself to wake up. Stumbling all over my room, I try to throw on my gym vestments in record-breaking time. Finally I am ready to go. I try to remember not to forget anything as I mumble to myself, I grabbed my clothes for work, my gym bag, my wallet, my keys, and my cell phone. I slam the door and fly egress the house getting everything in about ten minutes.Outside it is so cold, my body starts to shiver on the way to the railcar sitting about twenty feet from my front door. Getting int o my car is the worst part of my morning routine. I dig my hand deep into my pocket to pull my keys out that seem to be all tangled up in the inner lining, which makes my time out in the freezing cold longer.Hopping into my car and shutting the door figuring I will be much more comfortable, which wasnt true because the at bottom of my car also felt like a freezer. All I can think about at the moment is turning on the car and wishing it would warm up faster than it had the day before. Everyday during the winter I have to wait longer for the car to warm up for the particular that there is so much ice on my windshield, I know I cant just start driving because I cant see a thing.