Thursday, January 26, 2012

a treadmill story

"Hey, we're about to eat," said Sean.
"Is it less than 10 minutes out?" I asked.
"No, probably like 15," he replied.
"Cool, I'll be right back."
I put on my 5 fingers and a pair of shorts and started at 8.5 mph. Each time I went 0.2 mile I upped the speed by a half mph. Ended up with a 6:24. Not horrible, no warm up. Then I ate a big juicy Tbone grilled to perfection by Bovi. Yum.

What an exciting little anecdote!

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