Notes
Slow. But I ran next to an older gentleman who apparently ran a lot in his younger days. He had some race shirt on and was doing complex math problems out loud. He never spoke to me directly but was talking to himself. He was running fairly hard but never out of breath. He must have a been a college professor or something because he put on a suede jacket with patches on the elbows immediately after he got off the treadmill. As we were leaving the workout room at the same time he said, "Never eat yellow snow" and then walked off. Weird.