Last night before I went to bed, I ensured no excuse to delay my morning run by carefully laying out all the layers of clothing and random accoutrement a winter run requires. A few moments outside at 8:30 a.m. (even in the sun) was enough to scrap that plan and hit the treadmill. Total brainstorm: I was already wondering how I would fit in my Sunday morning news gorge, the run and a few hours of work before an afternoon of fun (cocktails with neighbors, then Superbowl!) I headed down to the gym in my building stoked by the idea to watch the Sunday morning news shows while pounding out the mileage of my long run.
Mind you, this is not a large gym, but it is almost always completely empty. I rarely share it with one soul, let alone a few people.
Two treadmills face a TV and I was momentarily bummed to see one of the treadmills occupied with the TV on, and then thrilled to see Leon Panetta blaring from said TV. My treadmill neighbor apologized for having the volume up (she had to talk another gym-goer into watching it). I said bring it on, and we were both psyched to crank up the news. When another neighbor joined us on the stairclimber, he had no choice but to Meet the Press.
Note: Bob Costas and Chuck Todd BOTH need hair advice. Seriously.
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