Chapter 3: A Surprise Early Morning Gym Visit
Eyes: Warning! Warning! I see the inhaler.
Brain: Shoot. I was really trying to keep this quiet.
Legs: What? What time is it?
Brain: 9 a.m.
Stomach: Umm, you know we JUST ate breakfast?
Brain: That's why I was keeping it a secret.
Common Sense: That might not have been the wisest idea.
Brain: Today, we're just doing sprints. It will be over before you know it.
Common Sense: Sprints?? REALLY not a wise idea.
Stomach: Legs? You wanna weigh in here?
Legs: We had a rest day yesterday. We're good.
Butt: We also had a sciatica flare up yesterday. This could be a problem.
Brain: Here we go... entering 9.4 mph...
Stomach: Wait! Abort! Abort!
Brain: Too late...
Stomach: Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhh... yes it is...
All the Blood in the Body: Hey! Stomach needs help! Let's all go and meet there.
Stomach: Bad idea! Bad idea!
Blood: Too crowded in here. Food, you will need to leave.
Brain: Relax, the first sprint is over.
Stomach: FIRST? You intend to do more?? Do you realize how bad this could have been?
Vanity: Eww. That would have been very bad, very bad. Brain, you better listen to Stomach.
Brain: Nope. Get over it. 5 more to go. We don't quit.
Vanity: Stupid.
Stomach: Subconscious, help us out?
Subconscious: Whoops! There goes the iPod. Can't run without that.
Stomach: Excellent...
Vanity: No! How embarrassing!
Brain: Please. No one else here is running over 9 mph. Go ahead and let them say a word to me.
Stomach: Okay, go pick up the iPod. (snicker)
Subconscious: Aww, did I step on a shoelace?
Vanity: Really, we've got to get out of here before people start laughing.
Brain: No! We finish! 9.4...
Stomach: Not againnnnnn...
*** after 5 replays and near Stomach-led revolt***
Stomach: OK, we're done. Get out of here quick before I do!
Body opens door to leave.
Stomach: Ahhh. Fresh air. That's all I needed. Better now.
Brain: Whiner.
Brain: Shoot. I was really trying to keep this quiet.
Legs: What? What time is it?
Brain: 9 a.m.
Stomach: Umm, you know we JUST ate breakfast?
Brain: That's why I was keeping it a secret.
Common Sense: That might not have been the wisest idea.
Brain: Today, we're just doing sprints. It will be over before you know it.
Common Sense: Sprints?? REALLY not a wise idea.
Stomach: Legs? You wanna weigh in here?
Legs: We had a rest day yesterday. We're good.
Butt: We also had a sciatica flare up yesterday. This could be a problem.
Brain: Here we go... entering 9.4 mph...
Stomach: Wait! Abort! Abort!
Brain: Too late...
Stomach: Uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhh... yes it is...
All the Blood in the Body: Hey! Stomach needs help! Let's all go and meet there.
Stomach: Bad idea! Bad idea!
Blood: Too crowded in here. Food, you will need to leave.
Brain: Relax, the first sprint is over.
Stomach: FIRST? You intend to do more?? Do you realize how bad this could have been?
Vanity: Eww. That would have been very bad, very bad. Brain, you better listen to Stomach.
Brain: Nope. Get over it. 5 more to go. We don't quit.
Vanity: Stupid.
Stomach: Subconscious, help us out?
Subconscious: Whoops! There goes the iPod. Can't run without that.
Stomach: Excellent...
Vanity: No! How embarrassing!
Brain: Please. No one else here is running over 9 mph. Go ahead and let them say a word to me.
Stomach: Okay, go pick up the iPod. (snicker)
Subconscious: Aww, did I step on a shoelace?
Vanity: Really, we've got to get out of here before people start laughing.
Brain: No! We finish! 9.4...
Stomach: Not againnnnnn...
*** after 5 replays and near Stomach-led revolt***
Stomach: OK, we're done. Get out of here quick before I do!
Body opens door to leave.
Stomach: Ahhh. Fresh air. That's all I needed. Better now.
Brain: Whiner.