It’s 2:00am. I’m at the gym, and I think “Hey… the Wizard of Oz is playing in the Cardio Cinema. I haven’t seen that in like, ten years!”
So I go in. Alllll by myself.
It’s dark, it’s secluded, and I’m running at a pace of 5.6 when suddenly… the scene where they go into the creepy forest happens. And I kid you not, I started running like my life depended on it. I had completely forgotten how f-ing scary that movie is.
Not to mention the fact that I’ve been giving my elder brother crap for YEARS about the fact that he can’t stand watching this movie, because he’s always been afraid of the Wicked Witch. To me, she was never anything but a slightly mannish green person with a flair for the dramatic.
But in a darkened cardio cinema, with no one around and the sound blaring? I almost crapped my pants when she screeched, “THERE YOU ARE, my little PRETTY!!!”
Then fell off the treadmill.