So it seems that all my running and lifing is paying off -- except that it has a side effect. I'm not talking hallucinations or things you experience during those weird clinical trials whre you get like $35 bucks in exchange for 20% of your life expectancy (But my! Doesn't your skin GLOW!) I've found that since our newly-acquired habit of running like a hamster for an hour a day, I hate people more.
If you know me, you know that I usually love everyone at first sight. Benefit of the doubt and all. (C'mon, PROVE to me you're an asshole) But today I'm walking back from the gym and I spot a couple walking home. And I'm instantly mad at them. Why? Because they're bringing home a pizza. Yes, my favorite food in the entire world and I just ran like I just stole something to burn up the same calories as a slice of their pizza.
The only upside is that I have hindsight. I know that Nico and I were once that couple, blissfully in love (OK, we still are but stay with me people) and looking forward to spending yet another evening alone at home watching movies, snuggling...and eating pizza.
See ya at Cole Valley Fitness in about 6 months, guys.