If I had a nickel for every person I've told this story to, I might be able to buy a stamp. But I like this story.
I felt sore this morning. And yesterday, yoo. I have a sneaking suspicion it all has to do with Sunday. I was sitting on the couch on Sunday, minding my own business, reading Prof BSketch's book "for pleasure" (worst idea ever) and trying to 'sabbath,' when I caught an exercise program on PBS. That should have been the tip off. But I figured, hey, what's a little light exercise from PBS? So, I followed along with the program. I even sweated. The random man-in-lab-coat who popped up every few minutes to talk about bones and fiber also should have been a tip-off. But it wasn't. Until 15 minutes later, when I found out the name of the program. Firming after Fifty.
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