Done with my human hamster walk on the treadmill, I went around the corner and saw Sassy on another treadmill, earbuds in, so I mimed weight-lifting at her. When I was done with that, I went back and asked, “You coolin down?”
She gave me the strangest look and nodded. I could guess she wanted to stay longer.
“I’m pretty much ready to go,” I said.
She nodded. She’d live at the gym if I let her, but I’m not inclined. Stavin off a bloated hippopotamus death doesn’t require hours and hours of exercise every night.
We got home and she said, “So I pushed ‘Fat Burn’ on the treadmill, like ‘What does this do?'”
“It forever inclines.”
“As it speeds up.”
“Yeah, so I was on seven incline at eleven pace, and I thought I was going to die.”
“Hadda turn it down a bit?”
“No! I had to push emergency stop! You came around the corner all, ‘You coolin down?’ and I was like, ‘If by coolin down, you mean gettin my life back, then yeah, I’m coolin down!'”
And oh how we laughed and laughed!
Happy Friday Everyone!