It is a movie I haven't seen: My Best Friend's Wedding. The last hour of it. Of course, the commercial breaks are maddening, but I keep "treading" and "elliptical-ing," determined to hold out to see the end.
Husband, already in street clothes, returns to rescue his plot-crazed wife, "Would you like me to tell you how it turns out?"
"Yes, please!" (puff, puff, gasp)
And so the Tweedle Team logs another morning at the gym.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Add your own sadly comic work-out stories here, or just cheer us on: