 "Herb," said Doc. "You know, you can overdo a good thing.""Why,
Doc... whatever do you mean?"
"I realize that getting more exercise is your resolution for the
new year, but a man your age... you need to pace yourself a little,
that's all. Don't try to get in shape all at once."
"Why, Doc, I've never felt better in my life. Hey, you were so
right to get me on this exercise kick. I've been meaning to thank
you. It's just what I've been needing. What would you think about my
playing some football in the spring? I mean, it's just touch
football, but I miss the ol' razzmatazz, you know?"
Doc shook his head sadly and walked out. Herb started laughing
and sat down with us and flipped his cup over for his morning
eye-opener.
"What was that all about, Herb?" Dud asked.
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"A little joke I'm playing on Doc, that's all," Herb said. "You
remember how Doc has been on my case to get more exercise and slim
down some? Well, there was only one way to shut him up, so I started
running. I bought a sweat suit and started running. I run past his
house each morning. Then, about an hour later, I run past his house
the other direction, huffing and puffing and looking at my watch."
"An hour? You run for an hour each morning?"
"Of course not," Herb said, laughing. "I run past Doc's house,
then walk the block to the library. An hour later, I run past Doc's
house and then walk two blocks home."
We stared at him.
"What?" he said. "You know Doc's going to worry about me one way
or the other. I just thought I'd change it up a bit."
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