New post. Part 4 to Killer Treads.
Bob looked down at the face, as his ratty tee shirt and sweat pants evaporated. In a flash, they were replaced with a shiny new set of running clothes. Wick away shirt, keeps you cool and dry. Running shorts that fit much like swimming trunks, net in the middle to hold your junk in place. Moisture controlling socks and a perfectly fitting pair of new running shoes. To top it off, a head band decided to rest itself around the top of Bob’s head. He was now suited up and ready to run.
The black belt on the treadmill started to move, rolling gently from top to bottom, inviting him to step up and get started.
“That’s it Bob, come along for the ride, take your stride,” the floating head replied, smiling up at him.
Caution, hello, caution! I don’t know about you guys reading this, but if a machine…
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