10 Minute Mile?

Not quite. I can do a mile in eleven minutes now. Ever since I started street hockey, I've been moving like a tank. My size is no advantage to me on Raue's Pond, because I've been running about as fast a zombie in a George Romero film. When the puck drops during the faceoff, I want the defenseman to know fear when six feet, four inches of muscle, sinew, and bone comes rushing at him.