Byron Buxton emerges from his Atlanta apartment at precisely 6 a.m. He does not rub his eyes. He dons Beats headphones, clicks his iPod and strides out across concrete, into the dark, alone. He is a young man in a great hurry.
There is no need for Buxton to wake at 5:30 a.m. for his daily run. He stays in the chic, nightclub-infused Buckhead area of Atlanta. He has enough time and money to burn the candle at both ends and in the middle. A father at 20, he rose while his girlfriend and baby boy slept.
By 10:30 a.m., he'll be in the gym, working with a personal trainer, then taking batting practice. Lean as a deep-sea fishing pole, he hardly needs to lose weight.
So why does he run? Why has he always run? Buxton can't explain. To him, running at dawn is like throwing a 99-mile-an-hour fastball in a high school game, or tossing a football 82 yards on a dare. He does it because he can, and because it feels good, and because, as he says, "It's a country thing."
As a grade schooler, Buxton would rise early and light out on the trails surrounding his family's small house in tiny Graham, Ga., imitating another country runner — Forrest Gump, the namesake of his favorite movie.
Maybe running so often developed his remarkable speed, or maybe his remarkable speed made running irresistible. If you woke every morning in the cockpit of a Ferrari, wouldn't you fire up the engine?
"As a kid, I'd run around our neighborhood, 5 miles maybe," he said. "In high school I'd get up at 5 every morning and run 2 miles. I had my own trail where I stayed so I'd get up and run and come back home and Mom would be waking up my sister and cooking breakfast."
He kept running after he became a high school football and baseball star at Appling County High School in nearby Baxley, and after the Minnesota Twins, desperate for mature pitching, nevertheless spent the second pick of the 2012 draft on a raw high school center fielder from a small town in southeast Georgia.