While running, a group of kids starting running with me.  Just to play with them, I started to sprint and they picked it up too.  After a few seconds, I was a decent amount ahead of them.  I actually thought to myself, “Wow, I can’t believe I’m kicking their asses so hard” and felt rather proud.  They couldn’t have been more than six years old.  When I realized that, I was ashamed for feeling so proud.  And then I was like, is it an oxymoron to be ashamed of how proud you are?  And then I thought, wow, I can’t believe I have Hanson on my iPod.  And then I replayed Mmmbop.  And then replayed it again.  And then I was like, I should blog this.  And then I did.  

Ok, when did you stop caring about what you were reading?  Before the sprinting part?