better ingredients AND better workout incentives

there are two stories to be told here, but i'm going to skim past the first and focus on the second. the first, in a nutshell, includes meghan and i deciding on a beautiful evening to walk to our local blockbuster to drop off a movie. we missed out turn and ended up walking 10 miles roundtrip, instead of the needed 1.2 miles...oops...

the second story starts near the end of the first story. it includes us finally dropping off our video and figuring out dinner. we had been discussing what sounded good for dinner our entire (10 miles if you forgot) walk, but by the time we dropped our video off at roughly 10pm, the thought of going home and putting any effort at all into cooking was just grueling. so, we did what any logical thinking american would do - decided to order a pizza. lucky for us, blockbuster's neighbor is papa johns. all the lights were on, but the door was locked and the closed sign was up.

now i've ordered pizza a lot later than 10pm and knew this was some sort of mistake. i told meghan (i'm a pushy sister...) to call the number posted on the door and tell them we wanted to order a pizza. she did and we heard the phone ring inside the store...AND we heard somebody answer it! we ordered our pizza from the guy we heard both on the phone and through the door. he asked us in surround sound what our delivery address was and we told him we wanted to pick it up..and that we were standing right outside his door.. he said no. dumb. so we gave him our address and started walking home (we still had about a mile to go).

i asked meghan what she would do if we saw our pizza guy pass us and she said nothing because she was too tired to run...but sometimes, what you think you'll do and what you actually do are two different things - it's like when you're in an emergency situation and all of a sudden you're crawling out the window of your car even though you don't consciously think doing that is a good idea and you have no recollection of doing it later (this has never happened to me, but i've heard stories and they're good inspiring stories). anyway, the pizza guy called and introduced himself as "your papa johns guy" (papa johns sure has a way of making you feel like you have servents). he was at our house. so, even though she didn't think she would, meghan started booking it. i tried, but then remembered that i'm blind at night (don't worry, i wear glasses when i drive) and kept tripping on little hills and stuff. i recently broke my elbow running...a story for another day...so, i was a little hesitant and decided i'd catch up after she paid for the pizza (sucker) and just in time to dig in.

our papa johns pizza guy was sitting on our front steps like a homeless man wanting money. poor guy - i wish papa johns would pay their employees more. meghan paid for the pizza while huffing and puffing and the papa johns guy made some comment about working off the calories of the pizza before even eating it...wow...thanks for keeping us trim papa johns guy!