I am quitting this sport.
I walked out this morning. It was 73 degrees and foggy. Mist started to form on my glasses. I broke a sweat just standing there. Any sane person would have turned around, gone back inside the air conditioning, and gone back to bed. I ran.
It's too bad I didn't enjoy it, because that was my last time. My new sport will be competitive eating. I intend to gain 400 pounds, and be one of those people who has to have everything delivered, because he can't fit through the front door. If you are driving on Route 9 between Silverthorne and Heeney, and you see what looks like a new Rocky Mountain, that will be me.
(Fog image from Wikipedia.)
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