Danny and I explored new levels of slow as we pounded out artistic circles with our feet as we ran around West Valley College. It felt cooler than Sunday. My intention was to up the ante to 75 minutes but I failed miserably and stopped at my usual 70. Not out of exhaustion. Just because another five minutes (towards the end) seemed pointless.
Afterward we drove up to Menlo to see Big Bill for a chiro adjustment. Then we had the giant bowl of oatmeal at a nearby restaurant. At Bill's office they are starting to call Danny and I thing one and two.
Tom will be back on Thursday so I'll need to strap on the HRM to insure that I don't go over 70%.