After a long run I’m often found lounging about with my running mates, an over-priced Italian-sized cup of hot chocolate, extra hot, skim milk and light whip in my hand. My mates lean towards coffee, a substance I do not drink. As the only person in North America to have never consumed a cup of coffee, let alone an over-priced Italian cup of Americano beans, I am unfamiliar with its effects on the body. Discussing, as we are apt to do, the humidity-induced PB dream-crushing fatigue someone mentioned that despite being tired, the caffeine left him wired.
Not one to let an opportunity to rhyme pass me by, I proclaimed him tired and wired, and a new catch phrase was born. How do you feel after a 30K training run and an infusion of caffeine?
Tired and wired.
Title Reference: Beastie Boys – Intergalactic. 1998.