Not sure why I've got that line stuck in my head. Maybe because I feel like I'm expected to talk?
Okay, okay, I'll talk.
It's all Theresa's fault. She's been exercising, and blogging about it.
I can't let her do that kind of thing all alone. Wouldn't be polite.
Exercise du jour: Walking. I'm setting my sights low, but what the hell, sights are sights. It's exercise, and I'm going for it. You can come too. Let's start a trend.
Done! A measly two-mile walk, but I'll take it and be grateful.