I finally got back to the gym this morning after a month hiatus. It’s always hard the first day back after Christmas and New Year’s given the long break from intense cardio and weights. It was even harder this morning when during my run on my treadmill, the guy who happens to be running on the treadmill next to mine continually farts, over and over and over again. It’s like he thinks that the ventilation at the gym is so strong that people right next to him cannot tell that he is flatulating. How dumb can people be?

I finally had to stop my treadmill and move all the way down to the other end of the row. And I was not the only one moving away from this idiot. It doesn’t matter how many smart people you meet in the city of New York; you will always continually meet even stupider people.