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I have quoted this story a lot (I'm guilty of it myself). To my shock, a quick google shows I'm not the only one that ever heard of it.
http://zenbananas.com/stories/why-do-you-still-carry-her/

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I decided because my legs are a little sore that I would not go running today. Then on the way home I realized the surprising fact I wanted to go running. Soon after, I came up with a plausible argument about why it was a good idea to go running tonight...then running at the gym...
"Gee, I'm already in the car. If I run at home I'll only do 2 miles. I might do it fast, but never as fast and consistently fast as on the treadmill. Think of the savings of gas by making it all one trip, and um...eh fuckit I wanna go."

So I went to the gym, realized my t-shirt was the CHOOSE DEATH t-shirt, and tried to pick the best treadmill near an interesting tv show. Fail - all the tvs were on either ESPN or ESPN2. Seriously - does anyone watch any of that? I mean we work out - why watch recycle sports?

I had a good day, or so I thought. I ran my first 10 minute mile like it was nothing, so I increased the pace to 6.5 mph. Another 10 minutes and I was sweating, but not cramped, so for the hell of it I increased it to 7 mph. I was getting tired at 25 mins, but still going so just to ... well no reason, but I finished my run at 7 mph. I was feeling like Randy Savage OHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAHHH...until I looked down at the cooldown meter and realized my giant leap in treadmill settings had yielded less than half a mile's improvement in distance.

I though I was Brock until I checked my score and realized I was Dean.