Oh, hey Dylan. It's your legs. You've been ignoring us for a long time now, all that driving, sitting, driving, sitting. We get it, you're a middle aged man 👨🏻 with a job and 🧒🧒kids. Sure, you take us out for a run once in a while, walk the dog sometimes. But we've noticed in the last few weeks you've really picked up your game. Long hikes in parks with the 🐶 dog, 5k here, 10k there, sometimes even 15k on the weekends.
But we are a little worried about today. Can we talk about that like rational beings for a minute? We just noticed that before 6am you already had 4k from after midnight last night. Then we went another 4k, most of it up hill, then back down the hill and right past our 🏩 hotel, and on to look at old songs buildings or whatever, and now it's after lunch time and you seem to have come home, you're lying down, and we're resting. 24 km so far today, that's pretty impressive. Sorry about the aches, the pins and needles, the occasional numbness.
You have to understand, we aren't used to this level of activity. You're a suburban middle class dad with a desk job, after all.
Wait. What are you doing?! Why are you getting up? To see a ⛲ fountain? To see what that old stone building looks like at 🌃 night? WHAT? Sit down right now mister. This is your legs and we aren't taking it anymore! Shoes??! No! No more shoes, no more socks. HOW far away is it? EIGHT KILOMETERS? NO! aaaaahhhhhhhh!
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