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April 02, 2002

How much ya bench ?

Mr. Bush seems determined to be the poster president for working out.

His personal best is a 6:45 mile for three , a record he set last
Thanksgiving at Camp David. He runs four to five days a week, uses
an elliptical trainer about twice a week and lifts weights at least
twice a week. He can bench press 185 pounds, for five repetitions.

Mr. Bush had lost weight as well, down to 189 pounds from the
194 pounds he had carried on his six-foot frame on the campaign
trail. His body fat had declined, to 14.5 percent from 19.94 percent.

[NYT].

Posted by dc at April 2, 2002 05:58 PM

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