The Smoking Jogger

I was in the middle of my run the other day when I saw the funniest shit. This guy, who I was about to pass for the second time, stopped running his route to take a cigarette break. No fucking shit. Wouldn't that just cancel each other out? Smoking in the middle of a run is like eating a slab of bacon 15 minutes into your jazzercise class (do people still do that?). It totally defeats the purpose of your exercise and pretty much voids the last hour or so of your life. Kinda like watching Laguna Beach. Wasted time. Sure, he probably built some leg muscles and/or burned a couple calories, but his stanima suffers. And by stanima, I mean fuck-power. I'm pretty much the opposite. I run to maintain/increase my fuck-power, and not to lose weight. Calories are my friend and we get along quite nicely. I wanted to run up to him and 'enlighten' him on his stupidity, but that goes against my new found Taoist practices. That, and I was on my cool down period i.e. gasping for air. Maybe he wasn't exercising after all. Maybe he was running from the scene of a crime. Maybe he just dumped a body off on the side of the trail. Either way, taking a smoke break wasn't all that smart.