Way back during the grand ol' Summer of 2011, a claim was made. My coworker Nate professed that he could beat RJ and myself while wearing clubbing shoes and jeans, all the while smoking a cigarette in a footrace. I simply would not stand for such ridiculousness and decided that we must settle the debate in the form of a one mile footrace. Said race was dubbed the First Not-Likely-To-Be Annual Nate Race. The results were a bit surprising. See for yourself in the video below.
*To my mother, father and grandparents I would like to apologize for the obscene gesture I may or may not be making in the video. It was for jokingness sake. I am very much aware that this poor sense of humor plays a large part in the fact that I have yet to find a suitable gentleman caller. Please forgive me of my crudity.
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