One of our dogs, Honey, is a little porky. She’s not huge, just slightly overweight, kinda like me. Because unlike her sister, who is athletic and loves to run and jump and chase stuff, about the only thing Honey will run for is food. Also kind of like me. We try to get Honey to exercise. She has this one toy that she likes–a rubber pig that is falling apart–and she’ll play fetch for that one toy. A ball, no way. But a scary-looking rubber pig, she’ll chase. Go figure.
So I was thinking, what would it take to get me to run? A Swiss Cake roll? A Lindor truffle? I’m pretty sure I’d chase down a chocolate cupcake. But then, that would defeat the purpose of running in the first place. Which is exactly my point.