I had a pretty good jog today and worked up a good sweat.

As I was walking back towards the car, I passed by this food/drink stall that is always set up by the beach.

Someone had just bought a drink and as I was walking by, I heard the pop and fizz of a can of carbonated something being opened (I didn't bother looking at what drink it was.)

The immediate chain of thought going through my mind was "I'm hot. I'm sweaty. A nice, cold can of coke sounds awesome right about now."

Hooo boy... I'm telling you, Pavlov could not have been more proud of the way my mouth was salivating at that thought. I never realized the extent of how incredibly conditioned I am till right then. Crazy!