Matt's Legs: "You want us to do WHAT? Are you pulling me?

Me: "Shut up, punk-ass, or my hand to God I will run a 10K. Right now."

After a week off, due to complications of life and weather, my legs apparently thought they had retired. It seems they've been propping themselves up on the coffee table and drinking beer while watching reruns of Dr Who. When I set out on my 3-mile this morning, there was much sneering and contemptuous toe-pointing, until I showed them the Fat Guy clause in their contract, which states: "Parties of the Lower Part shall in ...