That's right, to the tune of "Marco? Polo!".
I was all bleary and parched and tired this morning, but dragged myself off for a run after some cereal. I didn't drink any tea beforehand, and I think this is at least partially what caused my lackluster run. My legs felt heavy, my breakfast was sloshing around in my stomach, I had to pee, and I wasn't feeling the usual euphoria. Even though the snow was sparkly, fresh, and absolutely brilliant.
So home I trudged, showered, put my lunch together, grabbed a packet of lapsang souchang smoked tea, and headed out. Drank the tea at work. And now I feel super! Euphoric, zippy, perky. Hello, caffeine! So perhaps I am addicted to tea after all, and it was hubris to assume I could happily run without my morning cup!?
Remembered how much I enjoy lapsang when I sipped some at New Shanghai in Chinatown, with JB. Good stuff - tastes like a campfire, and packs a good punch.
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