There I was, chugging up a hill. Jogging as best as my middleage legs could carry me. I was doing my best to attack a Winter’s worth of belly. I could do it! I chugged on.
As I ascended, I heard a car driving by. The driver shouted out their window, “Go! Run!” Against my better judgement, I turned to look. There was a young woman, who then shouted, “Fatty!” Then as soon as she appeared, she drove away.
Continuing up the hill, I was now fueled by something new. Anger. Disgust. Negative energy, but energy still. Energy needed to get up the hill.
Moving my lumpy self up the hill, my thoughts turned to my jogging sniper of negativity and I smiled. I smiled, because I could see the future. I could see her future. Go ahead and keeping on mocking, because in 30 years, after life has given you a swift kick in the rump, you might not look so good going up this hill, either. Yep, I can see the future and I can tell you one thing, Karma’s one nasty lady (this is after all a PG show) and she’ll be waiting right here on this hill for that girl, long after I’m done with my run.
PS – Okay, I may not have the best of self body images, but I can admit when I may be wrong (How’s that for an admission? When I may be wrong. Way to commit, Dave.). So a friend pointed out that the driver may have been yelling “Faster!” for encouragement and not “Fatty!” as an insult. Hmmm. Drive-by shouts to ponder. Still these seem to result in the lessons for the night. Number One, never too quickly judge what is being yelled at you by a passing car. Number Two, never yell at a jogger or your house may be cursed for generations to come. There you go, lessons learned.