The Pros and Cons of Getting Up At 5:30 AM Every Dang Day

When I was in grad school, I was up at 4 in the morning with the kind of religious fervor usually reserved for Shaolin monks and irate Slavic mountain priests*.

This allowed me to get schoolwork done, have whatever existential panic attack I needed to when the caffeine hit, and bundle myself off to an 8–10 hour day of pleasantly lifting things at my regular gym job.