As I pass 235 vertical feet on ‘my’ treadmill in our company workout room, I begin to wonder if the room’s dead skunk/old mildew smell, which turns smiles into frowns, is any worse than the smell of old, spilled beer that pervades some of Chattanooga’s ‘historic’ establishments.
I’ll have to hold off on further investigation until after I hit 200 calories, however, or else tomorrow may need to be a light beer day.
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