A friend of mine, who knows how much I love coffee, passed on this link to me. The guy who wrote this blog post clearly loves coffee as much as I do, and has so eloquently put that love into words. When I am at mile 20 of a 40 mile run, I think of when it will be and where my next cup of coffee will come from. When I am puking nervous before a race, somehow I am able to drink a half-cup of lukewarm black coffee. When I have a headache, I drink coffee. Because come on, it can't hurt now, can it? I too, have been at Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon on a Rim to Rim to Rim run and thought of coffee. I have brewed a pot of coffee at 7pm and asked my grandmother if she wanted some (she did. black.). This post is sheer brilliance. Read on, coffee lovers. And enjoy it ~ good to the last drop.