After many, many, many months, dare I say, over a year? I finally dusted off the old inline skates and took ’em for a spin after class. Breezed around the Valencia campus. Felt like I’d never stopped. Old noggin still got it, and I suppose there’s something to be said for muscle memory, too. Worked up quite the sweat, even though I didn’t feel I was exerting myself. It was…fun. Really fun.
Also, the solution to my life: Coffee. Copious quantities of coffee. Chai will always be my first love, but coffee is slowly but inevitably carving out a space for itself in my caffeine-riddled heart. The medicine to cure any ailment, so long as it is only related to perceived physical fatigue levels.