SET SCENE: 6pm, Sarah on couch scarfing down “dinner” (eggs and tortilla chips), Brian leaving for softball.
B: “We’ll probably get to the bar around 8 – see you then?”
S: “Yeah, I’m gonna let this digest a bit then head to the gym across the street for elliptical’ing. I’ll walk over and meet you guys.”
S: [pulls half a pint of Ben and Jerry’s from freezer]
S: ‘alright stomach, you’ve got 15 minutes to digest, then we’ve gotta go to the gym. sorry for the cramps in advance’
S: [dozes off in a post-ice cream nap]
S: ‘fuck! I’d only have 20 minutes of gym time if I left right this second. Is it worth it? The elliptical sounds awful, anyway. Impromptu rest day…?’
[google maps (that’s a verb now) distance to bar]
[laces up, sticks ID in tights pocket, takes off without thinking twice or considering dairy-churning stomach]
B: “Geez, you literally just came over from the gym, huh?”
friend: (looking at sweaty head) “Is it raining??”
S: “I RAN HERE! EVERYONE, I RAN ALL THE WAY HERE. 5.4 MILES – FURTHEST SINCE RAGNAR! BARTENDER, BRING ME A DRINK! And a giant glass of water and some paper towels, please.”
B: “Are you running home?”
Not sure I’m willing to test it, but I’m thinking running on a belly full of beer isn’t that much worse than a belly full of ice cream.