“I ran three miles, staggered into the lobby, and took the elevator back to my apartment. No point to overdoing this exercise junk. –Stephanie Plum”

“You’re getting into some kind of shape, cop.”Aw, come on, now.” Butch grinned. “Don’t let that shower we took go to your head.”Rhage fired a towel at the male. “Just pointing out your beer gut’s gone.”It was a Scotch pot. And I don’t miss it.”

“My muscles informed me they did not want to go through any more exercise today. So I suggest that maybe he should let me off this time. He laughed, and I’m pretty sure it was at me…not with me. “Why is that funny?” “Oh,” he said, his smile dropping. “You were serious.””Of course I was! Look, I’ve technically been awake for two days. Why do we have to start this training now? Let me go to bed.” I whined. “It’s just one hour.””How do you feel right now?””I hurt like hell.””You’ll feel worse tomorrow.””So?””So, better get a jump on it while you still feel…not as bad.””What kind of logic is that?” I retorted.”

“A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.”

“My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-seven now, and we don’t know where the heck she is.”

“Get comfortable with being uncomfortable!”

“Whenever I feel the need to exercise, I lie down until it goes away.”

“Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don’t believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it’s good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.”