If Heaven exists, this is how I envision it...
The Perfect Long Run...
79 degrees. Early Morning. Sun just rising at the start of the run. An hour and 40 min. of grinding out rolling hills through wooded areas and around bogs similar to those at waterfall glenn. To me this type of changing landscape provides the perfect serenity. The perfect balance between sun and shade. No bugs in face. Blue skies er'y day. Your shoes feel brand new... day after day. No cramps, fresh legs, just rolling 6:00ers like its nobody's business. Riding the threshold never felt so good.
Brunch of Epic Proportions...
In heaven, you don't get full. Or fat. You just get satisfied. Brunch is the best. You get to combine your hunger of breakfast and lunch into one meal. Its the best time to sit around with friends and discuss the events of the previous night in heaven.
The menu:
Drinks
-Glass of Pineapple-coconut-orange juice
-Glass of Chocolate Milk (the perfect recovery drink)
Food
-2 Eggs Benedict
-Hashed Browns. NOT the McDonalds way
-Blueberry muffins
-Cinnabon
-Endless Bacon
-Fat Stack of Chocolate Chip Pancakes
-Toast smothered in Nutella
-Bowl of OHs!
Some Pick-up Basketball...
Yea, you know I'm rolling with a Wilson Solution. This is heaven after all. After warming up with a few games of one on one, we are running 5's, none of that 21 bull shit. The game ends with my daily Lexus Pursuing Perfection Player of the Game award, and a highlight real on the jumbo-tron of me breaking ankles and pick-pocketing Lebron. Heaven is good.
Beach...
The beaches in heaven closely resemble those of the Carribean. Crystal clear blue waters, white sand beaches. Palm trees everywhere. Beautiful Babe in one hand, brewski in the other. Getting healed by mother nature. To get away from everything, I will typically take my KAYA out along the never-ending horizon until I can't even see land anymore. From there I sit back in the kayak and fall asleep and I let the cosmic rays bury me and the waves gently carry me back inland. No sharks in heaven.
Nap in a field of grasses... that don't itch...
When I finally awake, the Kayak is gone. I find myself atop a small rolling hill overlooking an endless field of grasses. The sea of gold goes on for miles as waves roll through it. The sun is starting to drop and I don't have a worry on my mind. Now, I nap. You don't dream in heaven. You just nap.
Da Bulls! Da Bulls!
After a long nap, its time to enjoy Heaven's Greatest Pastime. Da Bulls! Every day is a game 7 against Miami. Bulls win every time in dominant fashion. Lebron quits in the 4th quarter. Bosh fakes injuries. D.Rose puts up 50. Lt. Deng plays all 48 mins (just like in real life) and Scalabrine dunks over Wade. Noah runs down the court with so much energy, even God gets goosebumps. God loves the Bulls. And watching it courtside in the Madhouse on Madison is the perfect start to an awesome night in heaven.
