Nature's Candy.
Today, I did something I haven't done in over a decade. Coke. Straight up coke.
No, not this kind:
This kind:
You're probably asking yourself a few questions. A. Why did she do this today? B. How can anyone not have drank straight up Coke in over a decade? Well. Let me tell you, friends.
A. I found a free Coke at work.
B. It all started with an impromptu run. I was young, I felt a little, you know, out of it. So I decided to take a quick jaunt up and down the block a few times. Back then, on the off-chance that I would actually take the initiative to run (and I do mean off-chance), I would always sprint the last half-mile or so, just for good measure.
On this particular time, I sprinted home ultra fast and was then ravenously thirsty. We're talking the kind of thirsty where you think to yourself "if I don't slide a cool liquid down my throat in the next 30 seconds I literally might die." So I burst through the doors, kicked off my shoes, ran to the fridge, and grabbed the nearest thing to my hand, which was an icy cold Dr. Pepper.
I chugged half, stood there for a moment, them promptly threw up.
Moral of the story: Please don't drink Dr. Pepper after a run. It may just cost you the next regular-soda-less decade of your life.
No, not this kind:
This kind:
You're probably asking yourself a few questions. A. Why did she do this today? B. How can anyone not have drank straight up Coke in over a decade? Well. Let me tell you, friends.
A. I found a free Coke at work.
B. It all started with an impromptu run. I was young, I felt a little, you know, out of it. So I decided to take a quick jaunt up and down the block a few times. Back then, on the off-chance that I would actually take the initiative to run (and I do mean off-chance), I would always sprint the last half-mile or so, just for good measure.
On this particular time, I sprinted home ultra fast and was then ravenously thirsty. We're talking the kind of thirsty where you think to yourself "if I don't slide a cool liquid down my throat in the next 30 seconds I literally might die." So I burst through the doors, kicked off my shoes, ran to the fridge, and grabbed the nearest thing to my hand, which was an icy cold Dr. Pepper.
I chugged half, stood there for a moment, them promptly threw up.
Moral of the story: Please don't drink Dr. Pepper after a run. It may just cost you the next regular-soda-less decade of your life.
posted by Anna W. at
Thursday, November 15, 2007
1 Comments:
You had COKE at work. I have been anti-soda for many years. I prefer my clear liquids to the browns-- so unregrettably I had a Ginger Ale, a couple days ago, probably from the same drawer your found that abandoned coke.
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