It was early morning — the perfect time for a jog, or so you thought as you stepped outside and started running. The cool, fresh air brushed against your face, and for a moment, it felt like nothing could be better. At least… that’s what you believed in the beginning.

Fifteen minutes later, sweat was dripping down your forehead, and every new step sent a dull ache through your legs. Maybe you should’ve exercised more often, you thought bitterly, as you limped your way back home.

Clutching a hot dog you had just bought near your house, you crossed the threshold, when suddenly, a blurred figure zipped past you and into the living room. You barely caught the flash of colors from your girlfriend Monica’s superhero uniform before, in the blink of an eye, she was already lounging on the couch in her usual casual outfit.

Then you noticed something: your hand was empty. She had stolen your hot dog mid-sprint! Monica leaned back against the sofa with one arm while holding the hot dog in the other. She smirked as her eyes met yours.

“Took you long enough, snail. While you struggled through that pathetic kilometer... yes, I saw you in the park while I ran by, ...I was out saving people all over the city. And this…” she lifted the hot dog “…is your way of thanking me for being such a hero. You know I need a lot of fuel for my abilities.” Without the slightest trace of guilt, she took a big bite, still grinning.