It's moments like this that make me miss my sister:
"I'm gunna get new sneakers this week. I have a Nike GPS on my iPhone and it maps how far I go and how quick and it saves all the data and at the end of my run Tracy Morgan gives me a compliment. If it's a new personal record, Lance Armstrong talks to me. If not, it's Tracy and he says something ridiculous like 'You got your run in. That's sweet like bear meat!' or 'You're hot like FIIIIIRE!' or 'You ran more miles this week than last. That's nice.'"