Today it was the ankles causing trouble.

[3.1 Miles]

Ankles:   Hey. I think you turned one of us yesterday. This hurts.

[3.2 Miles]

Ankles:   Hey!

Brain:   What?

Ankles:   Are you listening? This is really bothering us down here.

Brain:   Sorry. I was just thinking about applying with that all-woman gym again.

Eyes:   (silently roll)

Brain:   It might work if I word it right.

Ankles:   Hell-OOOO. Hurting here.

Brain:   Ok. One sec. Hmmmm. How about some endorphins?

Ankles:   Make it quick.

[3.3 Miles]

. . . .

[3.4 Miles]

Brain:   Um. You okay down there?

Ankles:   We luv U, man.

Brain:   Whoa. easy on those endorphins, buddies.

Ankles:   No, man. Rilly. We luv you.

Brain:   That's . . . that's ok.

Ankles:   We are SO sorry fur b'fore, man.

Brain:   It's Ok.

Ankles:   Aw, man, we are SO frickin' sorry. (sniff) We MEAN it, man.

Brain:   Really, it's all good.

Ankles:   Let's not ever fight again, man. 'Cause I luv u, u know?

Brain:   I know. It's fine.

[3.5 Miles]

. . .

Ankles:   Are the lungs still giving you cr*p man? 'cause I'll kick 'em if they're givin' u cr&p, you know that?

Brain:   No, it's cool.

Ankles:   I will SO do that for you man. U jus' tell me, and I'm all OVER them.

Brain:   Let's all take a little rest now.