The temperature difference between under the covers and standing in my kitchen is only a matter of degrees, but it has more say over whether I get up than almost anything else, and I fought that fact for longer than I should have.
There is a full debate that happens in the first minute after my eyes open, complete with excuses and rebuttals, and I have started paying closer attention to how it actually plays out instead of just losing it half the time.
Setting my running clothes on the chair the night before sounds like a small thing until you compare a morning that has it to a morning that does not, back to back, which I have now done more times than I care to admit.
The alarm is set for the same time either way, but getting up on a Saturday and getting up on a Monday use two completely different parts of my brain, and I only noticed after years of assuming they were the same.
I moved my phone across the room after losing count of how many mornings the snooze button won, and the change did more for my running than anything else I tried.
There is a short window between the alarm sound and the decision to actually get up, and after four years of mornings I finally paid attention to what happens inside it.