You know it was good when you’re positive all the pain, sweat, cramping, bruising and exhaustion was worth it in the end.
You know it was great when you’re not, but you don’t give enough of a fuck to analyse it because you just want to pass out for about five years.
And with that subtle entry (which successfully bridges the yawning chasm between double-entendre and non-sequitur), I bid you all Adieu, Adieu. (French, Latin AND a Shakespearian reference in the SAME sentence?? I think I just broke the English launguage… oh well… look at the monkey…)
