i'm a non-sexual masochist.

particularly as it pertains to athletics.

call me weird, but there's few better feelings in the world to me than waking up in the morning after a good soccer game or bike ride and feeling the aftermath of every last pedal stroke or step on the pitch as you climb into the shower.

and of course, as the day wears on, you discover other little sorenesses in the most random places on your body. reaching up to get something off a high shelf suddenly reminds you of that header you stretched for in the second half, or a quick jump down a flight of stairs quickly flashes back the hill you climbed up before that near-orgasmic downhill stretch on your way back into town.

but like i said, maybe i'm weird.