I’d suggested a trip to East Coast Custard to Holly the previous evening, but she’d turned me down. I suppose that was okay...it wasn’t like I NEEDED ice cream...but I sure as hell wanted some.
She walked in the door from shopping and handed me a bag destined for the freezer. It contained a single item...Breyer’s Ice Cream.
“I thought we could use a treat after dinner,” she said as I walked it to the downstairs freezer trying to think of where I could hide it so that Jack wouldn’t find it before we could have a bowl. He was working and wouldn’t be off until 10, but he seemed to have some kind of ice cream detector built in to his unusually functioning brain and I figured he already knew it was in the house.
“Maybe we should eat it now,” I said, starting to worry I wouldn’t get any.
“Seriously? He’s at work. He doesn’t know we even have any,” she said.
“Oh...he knows,” I countered.
I’d done a hard ride in the heat earlier and had a smoothie upon my return. My legs had felt good the entire time, but I’d ridden a little slower than usual due to the heat. My sugar cravings were running high and the smoothie had not met the requirements. I no longer just wanted the ice cream...now I needed it. I checked my watch. He’d be home soon. He’d be like a shark around a chum line...he’d go crazy and the ice cream would be gone and if I was anywhere close, he might accidently snap off a finger...or something worse.
“I’m having mine now,” I said.
I filled a large cereal bowl with five scoops, added chocolate syrup and peanuts, and sat down to watch an episode of ‘Modern Family’. I’d no sooner hit the play button, when I heard the door from the garage crash open and looked to see Jack walk in. He had a frenzied look on his face as his eyes darted around and finally came to rest on the bowl in my hands.
“You’re...um...home early,” I said.
“Yeah...I told Cheryl I had to go home. An emergency...” he said.
His eyes never left my bowl. I considered setting it down. I’ve seen how quickly he can move to the basket. His first three steps are lightning fast – and I was closer than an easy lay-up. In the woods, if he were a grizzly, I’d throw the food one way and run the other. But there was nowhere to run and he was faster than a grizzly. Then it hit me.
“The rest of the container’s in the freezer. Have some.”
He spun and went for the freezer. In one smooth motion, he had the door open, a bowl on the counter and filled, the empty container in the trash and a spoon shoveling product to his mouth. It was a sight to see and I shuddered at the ferocity of his moves. Fortunately, I eat quickly and managed to finish my own before he turned towards me again. When he did, he looked calmer though...as if whatever had overcome him was gone. Relieved, I watched him ascend the stairs. I’d gotten mine and that was all that really mattered. Sorry, Holly.
Bike Duration: Two hours.
Training Heart Rate: 120 bpm.
Calories burned during workout: 1600.
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