Picture this, if you will - I'm treadmilling merrily last night, just one of three or four dozen happy little hamsters in my row at the Princeton Club. I'm at mile 4 of an 8-mile pyramid run - mile 1 in 9:00, mile 2 in 8:00, mile 3 in 7:00, mile 4 in 6:00, and then back down the ladder. Halfway through mile 3 THHHHWAK - I'm tangled in the front of the treadmill and the TV stand is wobbling from the impact. WTF, I ask in internet lingo (lol brb, ttyl!!!!1!). Oh, TTH ("That The Fuck" I assume) - the treadmill lost power, the belt stopped under my feet, and I jogged myself right into the safety bar! Fortunately, other than a 200bpm heartrate, I was fine. Neither of the people next to me even looked up from Law & Order, so even my ego got out unscathed.
So I have a question for you - would you kick a pony in the face to end world hunger? To feed one homeless person for a week?