I got up and got ready, but when I put on my shoes my blister told me a run today would be for the worst. So I lay down on the sofa and proceeded to fall asleep and drool for another hour. The drool (and guilt) got the best of me, and since I’m heaving around the equivalent of two 15 pound bowling balls slathered to my hips, I decided I better come up with a few more ways to burn some calories.
Of course, Michael’s solution for cardio is to have more sex. That’s pretty much Michael’s response to everything. Losing weight, world peace, what’s for dinner. What is it with men and their need for sexretaries?*
*We all know Runner Susan lives vicariously through other people since Runner Susan is a virgin.