Everyone hates waking up early. Nothing better than snuggling in for an extra hour under warm blankets especially winter time. But you then start that phase in your life where you wake up early and you suddenly realise you've been missing out all this time. You catch those rare glimpses of the sunrise, you're able to chuck in a run before breakfast, you get that extra hour or two cram session, you just get so much more done. It's true that the early bird catches the worm and I certainly wasn't going to miss out on the worm that is the Eveleigh Markets. That didn't really make sense.
