At 6:05 on the third Monday of September, my alarm went off in total darkness, and I lay there doing math I resented: sunrise today, 6:58. Sunrise in December, 7:35. Fifty-three minutes of fake night between me and the real thing, stretching toward ninety by winter. For a coach who preaches “get outside within an hour of waking,” that gap has always been my quiet hypocrisy. This year I decided to stop negotiating with it. I gave my phone the boot from the bedroom, set up a sunrise alarm clock on the nightstand, and committed to thirty mornings of letting…