awwww....
i have to premise this entry with two things.
firstly, this coffee is so amazing that i just really don't know what to do with myself. organic yellowstone french roast...i am so in happy coffeeland right now.
secondly, GOOD MORNING!
sun is out, the sun is radiant as a matter of fact, she is pulling all the stops this morning, equipped with a full arsenal of gleams, glimmers, and glints. in an attempt, in my opinion, to sabatoge all of jack frosts hard work... and so it goes...
i rose early this morning. put on my eskimo gear, stepped outside and breathed in the stars. the gym met me like an in law....bitter sweet. it felt good to run, albeit 6 a.m. nice. slow. steady. sweet part.
and then came spinning. the instructor just returned from the iron man in arizona. yeah. bad A. during warm up, steady stories flowed of 77 year old men finishing the race, of the first double amputee finishing (thats NO quads NO hams PARTIAL glutes=AMAZING), of an 82 year old nun finishing....sister something....that one slipped....
so, naturally, our class recieved a smack down beating this morning. no sissy class nonsense, straight up tortuous in and out of consciousness dripping wet insanity. whose harebrained idea was this? bitter part.
admittedly, the feeling that followed was kinda post-coital. which is totally sweet. sweet like chocolate that remedies as well.
so life is good. the rainbow i color gets brighter and brighter every day. and the taste gets sweeter.
