They say the hardest part about getting up early to run before work is just putting your feet and on the floor and deciding to do it. And oh, they are right. They are right.
But my reward is a nearly empty Retiro Park and the chance to ponder this:
I have no doubt that this is a reference to a Greek or Roman myth, but I've not a clue which one. Rather, it means I get to spend the rest of my morning run imaging stories where the ending has a naked man reaching down into the stomach of a lion to retrieve a lost item.