Yesterday began in the normal fashion. Up early, helping MiniMac start his day. As we make his breakfast, I make my tea. I drink scads of herbal tea. All day, always caffeine-free, with a few varieties from The Republic of Tea amongst my usual lineup. And I usually have two giant mugs prior to departing for the office.
After my second cup yesterday morning, things were getting a bit rowdy with MiniMac and me singing rock and roll versions of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. JohnnyMac would welcome complete silence in the house but we can't be contained.
I am innately a morning person as in I LOVE it. But I felt especially motivated yesterday so after MiniMac and JohnnyMac departed, I opted for an early workout. 41 minutes in, I am totally en fuego. As if suddenly, cardio machines have no ability to bring me down.
Getting home, I turn on satellite radio and an old-school Ying Yang Twins song comes on and I am dancing around like it is audition day for the LA Laker Girls. Want some high-kicks? Here they come.
Appreciative of the new found vigor, I only contemplated said vigor when it never seemed to diminish. Post "Dance-Off" session and making more tea, I happen to look at the new canister purchased days ago from World Market.
When I purchased this new can along with two others, the safety seal was broken. The cashier offered to fetch a new one which I declined. She assured me it was her pleasure. I would assume that someone holding the canister in hand and going to retrieve a second canister would do a quick compare and confirm. At least I would hope, or in the alternative that I would eyeball it myself before buying but alas neither of these scenarios happened.
Why does it matter?
Because this canister I am now holding has 200 mg of caffeine per cup.
JennyMac on caffeine crack.
I don't do caffeine. Friedrich Runge, one man's hero, but he will never get the street props from me. I have never sipped a luscious latte or a skinny frothy frappucino. Nary a drop of Starbucks or even Folgers has crossed my lips. One of the few people in my family not tapping a vein with the black elixir. I don't drink soda either. Because the last time I had a can of Coke during finals week in law school, it literally kept me up all night. When someone like me, who consumes no caffeine, ever, gets a little taste, its like speed.
Or so I have been told. And not told like "oh a friend told me about speed". I assure you I have never taken speed because I would likely go absolute ape-shiznit. My DNA is all the speed I need.
So I opt to work from home. Mmm hmmm. It was like Kuan-Yin with a thousand arms. And in addition to working on my actual "work" like a pack of 20 mules, I also did about 90 other things. The mere consumption of 600 mg of caffeine acting as the warp speed button. And believe me, my little project is already energized. Caffeinated version = not necessary.
When did the buzz wear off? I am still waiting. With the half-life of caffeine, hopefully it will be any minute.