I just went on a brisk walk with the lady from the next office. She called it walking, I called it jogging.
I. Do. Not. Jog.
She was walking so fast that at even my fastest walking pace I could not keep up with her. By the time we made it back to our building my legs and back were on fire. This is not a good feeling. I am so out of shape.
I need a ho-ho, or three.