this morning #411.

this morning, fresh off the shock of self-imposed cold shower therapy, he stood silent, measured his breath & let the water drip down onto the tiles below. his blood began pumping something fierce. he could feel it flowing as his entire insides began compensating for the cold & radiating heat out to the surface. shock & awe. a fitting description for his morning routine. after five full minutes of icy water brought him to life, he would stand there in front of the mirror & flex, admire the meaty muscles that god hath wrought. it got him amped for the day, glowing both inside & out. without the routine, he found himself simply sluggish, second-guessing every decision. he found himself out in the cold.