It is five in the morning and my hand barelymade it to the alarm clock because a legion of voices in my head said it is toodark, too early and too cold to move. As I pull the bed covers off my warm body,aching muscles lie in protest, pretending that my brain is commanding them tostay in bed. The voices are yelling their unanimous approval for me to hit thesnooze button and go back to sleep but I was not going to listen to them. Thevoice I chose to listen to is one of defiance, the voice that reminds me of thereason I set that alarm in the first place.