the commute to work, the coughing and wheezing edition, in two parts

part one: the worst thing that can happen on my way to work is just barely missing the bus. i'm talking, it's less than a half a block away - literally a stone's throw - but traffic goes so fast that you can NEVER catch up. you can only slowly watch it get smaller and smaller. today though, i decided to run. run like a maniac. four blocks later, i got on the bus. coughing. wheezing. sweating. light-headed. all around bad shape. 30 minutes into work. still coughing and still feeling like i'm missing 3/8 of one lung.

part two: walking from CVS to work, after i got gatorade to recover. i saw one of my favorite city sights. a girl in running shoes, spandex running pants, a zip-up sporty pullover stretched over a sports-bra uniboob (you know what i mean) and an ipod strapped onto her arm. she was also chain smoking. i didn't actually see her coughing and wheezing, but i'm sure that was to come.