Gizmo panted and shook his head to throw the sweat dripping down his face out of his eyes. He was trying to catch his breath as he finished up his fifth mile, the last half mile of which had been at nearly the steepest incline the treadmill went to. He only had another few hundred feet to go before it would even out. He reminded himself of that as he pushed to finish the six-mile run. The last mile was pretty easy. Level or mostly, to help cool him down after the varying hills he"d spent the last four miles climbing. He ran this course at least once a week and every time he cursed himself for programming it but every time it got just a little easier. That"s why he did it. He didn"t care about being overly muscled or having six pack abs. Gizmo ran because sometimes being able to run, and no
