A pretty girl passes the two of you by, heading down the path further into the park. The two of you watch her go. "Soooo, want to continue our jog?"
"Sure," he grins. "Though don't think I'm going to go easy on you this time, old man."
"Old man? Hah! Just you try to keep up."
After just quarter of an hour of jogging, you're forced to make a humiliating climb-down. Pushing your body to its limit, dad sprints ahead, with you doggedly sticking to his heels. Your 40 year old body can't compete. Eventually you're bent over double, red-faced and clutching a stitch in your side as you suck down rasping breaths. Your knees are killing you. "I think *gasp* I'm having *gasp* a heart attack. *gasp* Your body *gasp* sucks."
Your body jogs circles around you smugly. "It's called getting old. Get used to it. Knees hurting?"
"*gasp* Yes! *gasp* Do you have any cartilage left at all?"
"Only in the nose. Damnit, you're letting her get away," he said forlornly, as the cute tush you'd been tailing like a couple of lost puppies jogs out of sight.
You make an heroic attempt to run that lasts only a few paces. "No *gasp* No good. *gasp* You go on without me, I'll just -"
"Okay thanks son byeee," your body calls, already sprinting into the distance. In a moment he's gone.
"I'll just... walk home then, shall I?" you wheeze to yourself, limping back the way you've come.
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