I felt like today, at the gym, was my karmic come-uppance  for every burrito I’ve ever eaten.  I totally understand that a little aerobic jumping and and jiving can cause a some embarrassing gym time moments, but it was like everyone’s ass was in sync with it’s stinkiness on this fine March afternoon.

As I breathed in toxic ass-fumes and struggled through my first run in a few weeks on feebly tight hamstrings I wasn’t quite so amused, but when I got home and saw this, I laughed.  Karma sucks when it comes back to get you.