There is a dualism to my mornings, lately.
My elbow's effed after a mountain bike fall and I can't work out in the mornings. Instead I doze, read, and watch the sun rise.
Which tugs at me, makes me realize there's more to life than thrusting myself like a knife blade into the guts of another day.
And yet part of what makes f*cking off so delicious - if only for minutes at a time - is knowing what lies after. The avalanche of activity perched and waiting to come crashing down the mountain.
My elbow's effed after a mountain bike fall and I can't work out in the mornings. Instead I doze, read, and watch the sun rise.
Which tugs at me, makes me realize there's more to life than thrusting myself like a knife blade into the guts of another day.
And yet part of what makes f*cking off so delicious - if only for minutes at a time - is knowing what lies after. The avalanche of activity perched and waiting to come crashing down the mountain.
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