When I tell people I usually get up around 5:30 a.m. to go for a walk, they look like I'm a nut job, whereas I think they should be impressed. But whatever. Different folks, different strokes. To each his own. Whatever floats your boat. So on and so forth.
I don't always love getting up that early--especially in the dead of winter--but it's great in the summer because you own the morning roads, and you re-discover daily that Salt Lake City when it first wakes up is a very beautiful city--all awash in blue and green light. As fresh as sea air.
And I carry around the memory of it like a happy secret for the rest of the day.