Drip, Drip

I know the importance of sleep, but after a few months of waking up for 5 a.m. CrossFit classes three times a week, my eyes just naturally pop open every morning at precisely 4:17 a.m. -- regardless of whether I'm planning to exercise like crazy or roll over and (try to) go back to sleep.

And I'm not eating sugar anymore, so I can't rely on an afternoon snack of Beard Papa cream puffs to keep me from passing out at my desk. What's left?

Caffeine. Lots and lots of caffeine.

Despite the unusually scorching weather in San Francisco today, I knew I couldn't get through my afternoon meetings without some Blue Bottle drip coffee. So I hustled over to the Ferry Building, plunked down two bucks, and scurried back to the office clutching a hot paper cup while trying to stay in the shade.

The coffee would have tasted even better if I hadn't begun sweating into my cup.