The alarm goes off. It’s early. Too early. But I get up anyway—because I’ve made promises I intend to keep.
Most mornings, before the sun fully rises, I’m out running with my kids. It’s our ritual. Just us, pounding pavement, trading stories between breathes. It’s not just exercise—it’s presence. It’s connection. It’s fatherhood in motion.
After that comes breakfast, school runs, work meetings, tight pharmacy deadlines—and the constant race to get back in time
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