rise at 7:30 everyday

I can still hear my mother waking me up in the morning. C’mon let’s get clicking and clacking, she’d say. She was always full of energy. I am too, just not at 7am.
If I could be downstairs on my treadmill at 7:30 each morning, I would be energized and ready to tackle the day head-on. On days like today when I get up at 9:30 and procrastinate away the time for the treadmill that nothing gets done and I am left feeling lethargic and useless.
All right then, I don’t want that feeling, so off I go to the treadmill even though it is now 2:30pm.