With apologies to Carl Zeiss

[[ 2017 edit: WHO ART THOU? Why are you refreshing this post every three or four hours? Cues leading up to the solving of this repeated access pattern mystery to be rewarded in alcohol.  ]]

There's fresh snow outside. The roads, wet, are empty but for a lonely old man walking his dog.

You finish the second 20' interval on an upward slope. Your pulse, which has been wandering around 180 beats for the last several minutes, finally starts to drop as you begin the cool down.

As the endorphins hit you, you smile, realizing - almost half a year ahead of time - that it's going to be a good one.

This is the moment I work for.