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I decided to take an aerobics class. I bent, twisted, gyrated, and jumped up and down for an hour. By the time I got my leotard on, I was too tired to go to the class.

It’s time for me to exercise again, but I’m still walking funny from my last workout.

I’ve got to start taking better care of myself. Whoever was supposed to be doing it has done a really crappy job.

Damn it, my doctor just told me that the handle on my recliner does not count as an exercise machine.

I do two hours of cardio every day. But I still need to find a closer parking spot to the gym.

My doctor told me to...