so I obsessively planned this one during all 3.33 miles of today’s run, where Scott and Rob ran a little too fast for my aging hips to keep up at the end but we all (well, probably just I) still clocked in at a respectable 10:43 pace. We tried to take our selfie in front of Rob’s midlife-crisis car—which I think is a Chevy Pinto, but I don’t know shit about cars so there’s a slight chance I may have that wrong—but the sun and shadows weren’t cooperating so we resorted to our default garage-door background where we all still look dashingly sporty and brutally handsome:
Fun fact: If you randomly, cruelly get the Village People’s “You Can’t Stop the Music” stuck in your head during a run because its tempo and beat perfectly fit your pace, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy because you literally CAN’T. STOP. THE. (DAMN.) MUSIC.
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