"...Trust me do some jogging and I’ll stick the guy for all he’s got!” Linda said assertively. “Listen, I have to go now Greg. But call me back in about…-“
“But wait a minute Linda!” Greg interrupted. "What good is jogging going to....?"
But Linda had hung up. Jogging! Greg looked down at his generous gut. Jogging? At this size? His knees will kill him - if his heart doesn't stop first! Then, reason started to assert itself. There were lots of football players his size, and they all went jogging...didn't they? He would just have to ease into it. Hey, maybe there was a local football team he could go jogging with? Hey, didn't one of the guys down in imaging play ball...
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