Check out the nifty lil' camera by the bottom.
Jess jumped on the treadmill first.
I had no idea what this meant, but I decided not to say anything. This is one of those lose-lose situations in a relationship.
Here I am taking my turn on the treadmill.
It turns out that the sneakers I have are pretty good for the type of runner I am (slight overpronator), which is just dumb luck since I only picked 'em 'cause they looked nice.
Jess bought her sneakers and I tried on a bathing suit, which was incredibly small. I'm used to bathing suits that hang down to my knees. This one...not so much. Jess squealed, grabbed the camera and took pictures of my butt, which I will not post here. Not yet, anyway. I still need you to donate.
Here's a pretty nifty close-up of the camera where they do all the analyzing, frame by frame.
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