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4AM Coffee


This morning when I woke up at 4 to work and started to make my normal cup of hot water to drink I wondered "what the hell am I doing drinking hot water right now? I deserve some coffee." So I busted out the new single drip cone system and Philz coffee that Noah has adopted since taking up coffee drinking, and powered down a few cups. Boy was workout fun this morning. I was en fuego. Couldn't be stopped. That caffeine stuff really is a drug. Forget steroids, they should start testing Olympic athletes for illegal Philz coffee intake before races.

warmup: 600 free

main set:
2 x 200's free, match the time
400 free match combined time

2 x 150's free, match the time
300 free match combined time

2 x 100's free, match the time
200 free match combined time

last set: 750 free broken as: 200 moderate, 2 x 50's speed to match, 150 moderate, 2 x 50's speed to match, 100 moderate, 2 x 50's speed to match

warmdown: 150 drill

Comments

monkeysmama said…
There are many things I miss about working in SF and one of them is the Philz we'd frequent before SCRUM. I've never seen engineers hang from rafters till after one of their special blends =)
I have started making my coffee the same way after reading an article in the New Yorker. For a while I was even measuring everything out (yes, even the water) on my kitchen scale. I have relaxed it back a bit, but boy, is that a great cup of coffee!

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