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My Thighs:
Woah! Seriously, what the fuck just happened? What was that?!?!
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My Brain:
Er, that was exercise, guys. You must remember it.
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My Thighs:
Exercise? It was never that hard before! We used to do miles and miles every week without any problems. 'Thankyou sir, can I have another?' - that was our mindset.
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My Brain:
Yeah, well, it's been a couple of weeks. You guys have gone soft.
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My Thighs:
How dare you! We'll show you! Tomorrow! Maybe not tomorrow. Definitely not tomorrow in fact. Thursday? Hmm, Thursday still seems a bit soon. Friday! We'll show you on Friday. Then who'll be laughing?
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My Brain:
Well, seeing as you guys have spent all of this afternoon screaming and whingeing...
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My Thighs:
It was just to check that you were still connected to us. It's been a while since we heard from you.
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My Brain:
I've been distracted. Had a holiday to plan, an illness to fight off, and beers to befuddle myself with.
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My Thighs:
Hold on a sec. You mean the whole lying on the beach and getting a tan thing was only temporary?! We were in it for the long haul.
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My Brain:
So I can tell today...
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My Thighs:
Why, if we weren't hurting so much, we'd come up there and hit you on the, erm, cortex.
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My Brain:
Just you try it. In fact, as punishment for even thinking about it, there will be further gym tomorrow. How'd you like them apples?!