I had the good fortune today of going on a hike up Cowles' mountain, a popular workout hike in San Diego. It's neither terribly long nor difficult... around 3 miles total, and a 1000-foot climb.

I had the additional good fortune of being more or less matched in pace for the duration by a young woman wearing the kind of workout outfit that usually has some glittered lettering emblazoned across the ass. This one was no exception.

Oddly enough, I wasn't amused by her, per se; it was the effect she had on just about every guy who passed her on the trail. She had set a pretty good pace, so I was usually a good 30 feet or so back, and it was like there were little fish hooks trailing from her rear-end that would snag passing men by the eyelids. I was even lucky enough to see one guy trip while he craned to watch her round a corner... no harm done, thankfully, except to his pride. Mostly because I couldn't stop laughing at him.

Anyway. I was going to segue here into a discussion about the conflict between id and ego, or our animal instincts versus social/intellectual/logical pressures, but I just got some unfortunate news, so I'm gonna go take a nap and hope it goes away while I'm asleep.