Baby, I was hitting it. Arms pumping the cadence, breath keeping tempo with each stride. I couldn't even feel my feet, they were flying so smooth. I ran into the sunrise, bringing it home, when I heard a shout behind me.
"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaasty!" A dented red Nissan sailed past me, and it took me a second to realize that the skinny guy hanging out the passenger side window was directing his insult at me.
Really? I thought, confused. Who is in that bad of a mood at 6 am? Dude, get some coffee and quit spoiling my high.
Now, I really have no idea what I look like from behind when I'm running. For all I know, it could be all jello and jiggly cottage cheese. But I hope Mr. Beat Up Nissan learns what a real woman's body looks like before he gets married, because he's in for a rude awakening once the sweet young thang he knocks up pops out a baby or two.