Damn it.

Work is over. You're burnt. Fried. Done-zo. Your day of terrible meetings, missed opportunities, overpriced soggy lunch, and shooting back pains is no more. You burst out of your office and briskly walk to the subway while simultaneously checking your phone's messages and finding your favorite ipod playlist. It's summer and finally feels like it; you yearn for the comfort of the subway's air conditioned cars.

Suddenly you're concerned. Beneath your feet you feel a rumble - the rumble. Nothing matters more now than speed walking your ass to the train that is literally below your feet. You've been here before - gliding gracefully through slow moving tourists and inconsiderate cell phone yackers. Down the steps, around the corner and through the turnstile in one swipe. Scale the steps and squeeze through the doors as they close. Home run. Grand @#$%ing slam. You're on your way home.

Then there are days like today. Train beneath your feet. Subway entrance a reachable distance away. But as you close in on your destination you are hit with a wall of frustration. And by frustration, I mean exiting riders.



This blurry, sore-sight-on-the-eyes picture is of the last person making their way up the steps. Down I went to an empty, humid platform. Down the track - is there another train close behind? Darkness. Nothing. Awesome.

This probably won't last very long.

I need to start running - I've been saying this for awhile now. But like a smoker trying to quit, I've been putting off the start date for some time now. But wait no more(!!!), I officially kicked off BK's cardio program this afternoon. And by program I mean I got off my lazy arse, cranked the ipod, and puffed, wheezed, and panted for what felt like an eternity. Things I learned today:

Don't run to the beat of the music. Especially when the first song out of the gate is DMB's Shake Me Like a Monkey. You will only want to lean against the nearest tree/unsuspecting person/lamp post in dire pain.

Don't run anywhere around restaurants. Wendy's. Subway. Sushi joints. The gyro cart. Outdoor cafes. Good or bad, these places often give off a particular scent. This smell is only magnified when you are breathing deeply to hold on to dear life.

I'm not 18 anymore. Holy Moley, it's not cross country season anymore. I need to start slow. The road hurts. "Aches and pains" is not just a phrase restricted to Advil commercials.