up to.........coupon........................... date!

today, a veritable January ruse. minus 30, minus the wind. minus a blanket of fresh unfluctuating snow and of course that genuine smokestack steam floating south-west across the building-tops. as insoluable as fear or rest, and contrary to the consolation of last nights' workout, regime, and to a lesser degree (ha ha) the revelations from golden publishers.

If they ask, how curious these cold myths? this blatant information, chilled apostrophes' --- akin to the heat of instant implication... (Bracketed Aside: I have perused the wealth of facts and the wealth of figures, the bon mots, perked ears, and I've coerced the cristalized crossing of these macro-economized vacillations, and the issue of 4th quarter earnings, up $5, an analyst might say, their disclosure not premeditated. But no, not yet, I can't reveal all that I'm worth [I'm thinking of the bigger picture], the larger ebb and the higher flood...), I must retort to them, is 8 percent really enough? Indoors. I go...

Gladly, my achillees is improving. Yesterday a 4K warm-up.
2x1K, 2x800, and 4x600 (not too hard I thought, but according to Rachel's 'spinner timing' I was moving pretty good). 2K warm-down, stretching, weights and core strength exercises. Happiness. Relief. Until the next laps -- MIKA out.