I see a trend of truly intelligent/learned people not being too treadmill savvy (jk).
Hopefully know one minds if I double-dip, but I've got another incident that was sort of embarrassing (actually I have several, if anyone wants to borrow).
Background....
Not long after we had moved into a new neighborhood, I was talking with the neighbor, and he had mentioned how he has seen me out run out of the house a couple of times to go for a jaunt. I replied that, yeah, I do run more than the norm, and that I still have some lofty goals that I'm not quite ready to give up on. This by itself was sort of embarrassing, cause he was just like, "OK......", and I felt like a dork as you could hear the distant crickets.
Embarrassing Story...
The following weekend, my Wife (who was 8mos pregnant and very large out front... carried the baby all up front) wanted to go on a run (she's run through all her pregnancies... of course slower and slower as they progress). I had a tempo run on the docket that day, so we decided the best plan was for me to do the tempo run, and then do an easy 2-3 together afterwards. The tempo was on the long side for me (don't know how kk does 20 at marathon pace regularly), and I kept an eye on my watch a little too much, turning the last couple of miles into all out race the clock instead of tempo. I was dead, but I was going to whatever was necessary uphold my obligation to run with my babe (it gets old for her to run with the jogger everyday, especially when she's pregnant).
Even though we're going 10min pace, I'm struggling and wondering if I can keep from falling off the pace. We get about 200 meters from our house and our oldest lil' one tosses the sippy cup out of the stroller, and my Honey thoughtfully takes to pushing the stroller while I retrieve the tumbler. After I pick up the cup, I looked up to find her cruising home... obviously baiting me to a race. OK, keep in mind I'm wiped and she has probably 40meters on me in a 200m race, but I was game, nontheless. I gave it all I had and was all grimaces, kneck veins (and maybe even wussy hyperventilating sounds) as I was gaining on my pregnant out-to-here (hold your hand WAY in front of your stomach) wife who was pushing the jogging stroller. Would have been fine, but just before my last few dying desperate steps, I saw my neighbor. He had the most astonished look on his face as he could not help but actually physically shake his head.
I think we were both embarrassed. He knows I am a decent runner now, but we still to this day have never mentioned this occurrence.