January Joiners to February Failures

C Note(s), January Joiners to February Failures. This morning I popped my head into the Costco Corporate Gym as I have done on and off for the past decade or so. Every January for the past 10, it's been the same. Many new faces that I haven't seen, all using the cardio equipment. UGH. January Joiners! That yearly resolution to exercise more, eat healthier, and more. By February, they'll have tapped out - February Failures. Most have unrealistic expectations. Alas, another discussion for another time.

One might say that's a cynical comment, but I have ten years of unwavering data and experience. They clog my gym for a month, and only for a month. So I jetted outside armed with Mark VI, the Nike+ app, and my new running kicks. It was bitter cold outside, but not as cold as my ex-wife was in bed. Zing! I dialed in 30 minutes, pressed play and set off into the wild world of sports. [35 minutes later] After bombing around Issy, the electronic female voice states, "Congratulations! You have recorded your fastest mile time of 5 minutes 56 seconds per mile." Whoa, I thought. I knew I was motoring along, but that quick? Must've only done a 3 miles, right? Wrong. Knocked down 6 miles. Guess it was Fate to be forced to run outside. I admit I was a grip tired, but otherwise feeling good. Except for a small bruise and cut on my right thigh, somewhere along the way I injured myself. DAFUQ? HM.

I know that's not impressive to any of you out there to run at that pace for the distance, but to me, that's an accomplishment to be proud of. In terms of fleeing from bears, ex-girlfriends and Rancors, at least, I know I'm not the slowest. That's all that counts!

This has been my C Note.

'los; out

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