Workout buddies. Let's get physical, Jason. No, I'm not suggesting we should get together and act out the lyrics of Olivia Newton John's famous ode to lust and sweat (friends generally don't do that). I do think, however, it would benefit both of us if we became workout buddies, encouraging each other to jog one more mile or swap out an hour in front of the TV for some time on a bike and holding one another accountable when five days have gone by and the most exercise either of us has gotten is walking to the freezer to indulge in a few more bites of ice cream. Mmmmm, tasty, tasty frozen treats, how I love you. But I digress. Truth be told I actually enjoy working out (as long as I'm wearing the right bra) and try to get my sweat on at least five times a week. It certainly wouldn't hurt, though, to have a charming and funny guy like you motivating me to push through the pain of one more push up and creating a little friendly competition when it comes to training for those summer 5K races. Based on comments you have made over the years, I also know that you aren't a huge fan of exercise, so I could be the obnoxious angel on your shoulder guilting you into swapping that next beer and episode of "Saved by the Bell" for a walk around your swanky Hollywood hills neighborhood. I'm actually going for a hike when I'm done writing this. It's a bummer we aren't friends yet, otherwise I would love for you to join me - mostly so you can scare away any creepy dudes with their pants unzipped, which is what I encountered the last time I went for a hike. On second thought, maybe it would be safer if I stayed home and watched a couple episodes of "True Blood."
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