I looked at myself running today. I think it's better that I don't. Sometimes self-delusion is comfortable. I would rather imagine that I look like the aforementioned Edwin Moses (aforementioned in previous posts and pics) with my feet barely touching the ground as I glide across the miles, rather than a profusely sweating, stumbling, bumbling, dood who is pounding the treadmill into an early death. 2.0 miles in 21:00 minutes.