Originally Posted by
trailrunner
Here's a story: We were doing the Disney Marathon one year, running side by side. We were maybe seven miles into the race. My friend is doing base 60 math, saying if we drop our pace to xx:xx per mile we could finish by y:yy or something. At this point, a nuclear explosion could've happened in front of us and he wouldn't notice. While he's doing this, I'm listening but I'm also looking past him, and I spot a very attractive runner bouncing her way along the route. I interrupt him with reality and priorities and whisper "dude, look left." He does, is pleasantly rewarded with a nice view, and loses his train of thought for the next mile or two.
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