My stupid whateverthehelliswrongwithit lasted a whole mile before it crippled my weird new bowel-function-compromising gait like a race horse whose steroid prescription ran out. But instead of shooting me and turning me into glue, Rob and Scott benevolently stuck with me, helped me hobble home and stood in their proper place as backup singers in my—oops, I mean OUR—album-cover selfie. We tried a leafy tree instead of my garage for our background today. Because we’re runner jocks who also have a passion for artsy shit. And that’s a rare quality in a marriage-eligible man with backup singers.
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