It's Monday. Nose to the grindstone, pedal to the metal, head up, knees flexed, eyes on the prize, face forward, ear to the ground, teeth clenched, tummy sucked in, shoulders thrown back, chest puffed out, back stiffened, elbows greased, fists formed, toes pointed, heels dug in, feet to the fire, ass covered. I'm not sure how long I can hold this position ... Oh, damn, I just fell on my face. Well, bring it on anyway.