Wednesday, June 01, 2016
Half Mile Run
Marcus: Please bow your heads and talk softly. We don't want Jan to hear us plotting against her.
Merci: I'm not sure about this. One of us could get hurt.
Buddy: We all agreed it's for her own good. Jan needs the exercise.
Merci: Yes, but she's old. We're old too. I don't think I can keep up with the rest of you.
Marcus: Sure you can, Merci. Just keep those short legs pumping. And, Buddy, breathe from your diaphragm.
Buddy: How can I breathe from something I can't spell and I don't know what or where it is?
Marcus: It's a muscular partition separating the abdominal and thoracic cavities. It functions in respiration.
Merci: I don't know anything about that, but I sure hope my lungs still function so I can breathe.
Buddy: I used to have stamina, but I lost it on one of our extended walks. I'll do my best.
Marcus: If we all go together, Jan will follow one way or another. On her feet or on her face.
Buddy: I hope it's on her feet. I forget how to dial 9-1-1.
Marcus: On the count of three. One ... two ... RUUUUNNNN! Hey, why are you both lying down?
Merci: We just finished a half mile run. I'm exhausted.
Marcus: Half mile? You ran three steps. Jan isn't even winded.
Buddy: That's okay. We are.
Merci: This was a good workout, Marcus. We'll have to try it again some day.