I feel terrific. The cold still has its wispy little fingers around my throat, but they've not dissuaded me from busting some serious ass the past few days: a short lunchtime run yesterday; a really nice, long workout last night at the end of which I was positively buzzing; and another long run this morning. My energy level is unbelievably high and my hypothalamus is dribbling endorphins almost constantly, making me bright-eyed and rosy of complexion. This explains why I fairly leapt out of bed this morning at 5:30, unprompted by my alarm, and thought, Yay! I get to go running!, as opposed to, earlier this week, Gah, I should probably go running, or, previously this year, What? What the fuck am I doing awake? I'm glad for the change.
Combat class for real this afternoon. I anticipate being very, very sore tonight—which is A-okay with me, since it's not like I have plans.