Cold Pizza…


Lying in the living room in the middle of the night, starring at my Peloton and wishing I could jump on.

Why do we always want what we can’t have.

The temptation to ride is immense almost as great as the pull to wobble into the kitchen and attack the leftover pizza in the refrigerator.

What is better than cold leftover pizza and Chinese food in the middle of the night…of course the college and grad school memories are vivid, but reality is minus the garbage pail drinks and college friendies.

As of today, if I mount the bike my ball and socket will probably misalign and if I raid the fridge my body will expand.

So many choices so few harmless options.

Time to crawl back into bed with visions of cold pizza slices dancing in my head.

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