So I’m a bitch. Big deal.
I had the moodiest bike ride last night. I must be pms-ing because my inner dialogue had something judgemental to say about everyone and their mother. And believe me, it was a high traffic night along the bike path. I’m not normally so mean hearted but i came to the conclusion that because I have to be so nice and sensitive as a social worker, my evil side comes out now and again in my own mind. Last night was an example of that apparently.
Everyone was running too fast or two slow. It seemed as if everyone was taking up more than half the bike path. I don’t care if you’re walking with six strollers and a camel, stick to one side so others can easily pass by. What really gets my goat is when someone clearly sees that you’re approaching and doesn’t bother to scoot to their own side. Do you want my handlebars rammed into your ribs? I didn’t think so. At one point I was dreaming about ramming some girl on her funny bone–that should teach her a lesson. Ouch.
After miles of annoyance, just when I thought someone was going down, I got a quick wiff of what smelled like the inside of a lunch box and suddenly all was right in the world. You know that smell? You open up your lunch box with the awesome thermos and the aroma knocks your socks off. Didn’t matter what was actually in there for lunch, the scent remained the same. Please tell you me know about the lunch box scent? They should make an air freshener out of that. Wait, I think I’m onto something. Don’t even think about stealing my idea.
I’m off for a seven mile run–gotta work off the four skinny cow ice creams I ate yesterday.