With that, I turn your attention to a more realistic if not more emetic physical goal. Today, after our outdoor run, Mike and I ran the 24 flights of stairs in Jefferson Tower, a dizzying cascade of hair pin turns and elevation changes coming at 8 steps at a time. I did not time myself, but I am making this bold prediction to you four people who read my blog: In one month's time, I will run said stairs from the basement to the roof in under two minutes. Then I will slam dunk a basketball right into Will's grill while my balls brush over his forehead. Brutal abuse for no reason at all!
(This post has been a test of audience response rate via the Blogger comment feature, which I find to be heavily under-utilized. The embarrassingly inaccurate and self-promoting link posted above should be more than enough fodder even if you don't think abuse warrants a typed defense.)

