Fuglies

Those who know me know that I work in lower Manhattan. I commute to work via the Long Island Rail Road and most days I take the subway downtown. This story involves my subway ride last Monday.

Sunday I had a workout that seemed to take more out of my than I expected. Perhaps it was a culmination of the training load that I have been putting on my body or perhaps it was just a bad day. In any event when I got up to go to work on Monday I was still toast. Luckily Monday was a scheduled rest day from training but unfortunately I still needed to go into the office to make big rocks into little rocks (or something like that).

When I got on the subway car in the morning I glanced at the other passengers already in the car and noticed something odd. Everyone was ugly. Not one or two trolls with a mix of mostly plain people. Everyone on the car was ugly. Everyone.

I'm typically only on the train a few stops. Some uglies got off and uglier people got on. I then thought how odd it was that no one had any redeeming physical attributes. I hoped to forget this crowd and immediately the images of these fuglies was etched into my memory like scratchiti. I tried to avoid eye contact for the rest of the ride by looking at the floor.

Later that day I wondered if I was somehow caught in the black hole of ugly. Then I actually wondered if perhaps somehow the training load was impacting my perspective. If it was, what else could it be impacting? Could this be a side effect of my training load?

Those questions will go unanswered for a while. In the meantime I hope I don't randomly get on the fugly train again. No one deserves that.