These days, I eat Pump pretty infrequently. Before starting New Job, I ate Pump like it was my job. (Sadly, it wasn’t.) Tonight is the only night this week I was going to be around for dinner, so I haven’t bought dinner stuff. I busted out a speedy three miles after getting home from work and walked into Pump red-faced and chest heaving and asked for some bison! How speedy was that three miles? Well, that’s a good question. Unfortunately, my Garmin does not like Lower Manhattan and never found the satellites.