Tonight, I sit here shattered, feeling the best that I ever have after excercise. It really seems as if the "zenith of my existence" barrier, fortified in stone by Flinders' Tour, has been broken. Thinking about it more thoroughly, this probably isn't the case, but that doesn't mean today wasn't awesome.
Just sat around the Kangaroo Point cliffs from 9 till 5 with Caine and Tymeka, alternating between climbing (+ belaying), eating and chatting. Beautiful location, like-minded people and a physical activity requiring intense concentration. In the moment.
Now, to struggle out the door and put in a short night run on Cootha. For glory in September!
So I have the musical taste of a 50-year-old whiskey drinker, what of it?