lunchtime run at the kinsman. everything was just fine until some dude pulls up on the treadmill beside me (the slobbering, running too fast, has to hang on to the handlebars, making loud incessant grunting noises guy) who stinks to high heaven. i mean, this guy really stank. with about a mile to go, i literally started gagging and my eyes began watering. the smell resembled a litre of bleach thrown into a dirty hockey bag. but i'll be damned if i was going to stop me from finishing. so there he was (as mentioned) and there i was (as mentioned) 1 1/2 feet beside him. now really, in this picture, can i claim to be the lesser fool? i'm upping the effort level on this one because of that last mile.