Monday, January 22, 2007

You know you’re an addict when….

…. All of the sidewalks between you and the gym are covered in sheets of ice and you head out anyway, knowing that although this means that you are, in fact, insane, you will have the weight room practically all to yourself. Never did I think there would be someone crazier than myself out at that hour of the morning when, lo and behold, I see this guy coming toward me jogging in the slushy mess in the gutter. In shorts. I could not make this stuff up.

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