Something about running in the early morning, slightly stoned and fully caffeinated, with the right song to guide you along ringing in your headphones, that feels comparable to flying. Every little thing has it’s own peak. Lip syncing along to well-known lyrics, giving yourself a mouthful of air with every soundless belt; feeling your legs pumping effortlessly along with the beat; wind in your hair and endorphins coursing through your whole body. Nearly invisible, and completely unreachable, you soar through the park unfazed--in zone. There’s something about that which sets your day up to be tackled.