…and afterwards. Just as we had conquered the hills, we conquered two pounds of meat. I had never seen the appeal of a double cheeseburger before, but I now understand the pure animal pleasure of eating a sandwich so big that you have to snarl to bite all of its layers. And when you open your eyes, you just see meat.
After, we races to catch the bus, strapped our bikes on, made fun of a guy hitting on a girl behind us, and got off at just the right stop, releasing and riding our bikes off into the night, racing - and beating - the Upper Crust Pizza guy who was making a delivery.
I haven’t done work since 3, but my God I feel like a fat champion!
