The Night I Realized I Was Flying Blind For twenty years, I treated sleep like a time-banked nuisance. Something to power through so I could wake up early enough to train. You know the routine — alarm goes off at 4:30 AM, you’re already lacing up your running shoes while most people are still snoozing. But last summer, something shifted. I hit a wall that no amount of grit could smash through. My recovery times slowed down. My performance plateaued. And worst of all, that vibrant energy I prided myself on started flickering like a dying bulb. So I did…

The Night I Realized I Was Flying Blind For twenty years, I treated sleep like a time-banked nuisance. Something to power through so I could wake up early enough to train. You know the routine — alarm goes off at 4:30 AM, you’re already lacing up your running shoes while most people are still snoozing. But last summer, something shifted. I hit a wall that no amount of grit could smash through. My recovery times slowed down. My performance plateaued. And worst of all, that vibrant energy I prided myself on started flickering like a dying bulb. So I did…