Are my pants on fire?

Even the casual reader here will know that I detest exercise. All forms. I've blogged before that one thing I enjoy about my second job is that I'm getting paid to exercise. So far, I've been happy with that.

Then comes The boy. See, the boy and I work the same job. Only, my tasks at the job tend to be a little more physically demanding on a daily basis. I'm not saying he doesn't work hard, because he does. It's just he gets to rotate and do different things different weeks. So while one week for him may be physically demanding, the next week may not be quite as intense. On a nightly basis, I start work and do the same task for 4 straight hours, burning calories the whole time. He has to run around and do other stuff so it's not continuous.

Anyway, last night as we're chatting on the phone on the way to work, The Boy mentions again that he's been thinking of ways that we can exercise together. He agrees that the job is exercise, but somehow thinks that once it gets routine, it doesn't do as much for you and therefore we need to supplement. He mentions that he's considering running for half an hour to an hour in the mornings when he gets off of work. I listen and comment something along the lines of, "well good for you." Until I realize that he wasn't talking about running alone. Apparently it was an invitation for us to start running together.

I get off of my second job typically around 5 a.m., sometimes later. It's a 15 minute drive home and then I usually like to hop in bed for anywhere from an hour to 2 hours depending on my morning schedule for my regular job. Then I hop up, go to work, come home and try to sleep 4 to 5 hours, but it ends up being 2 or 3.

Now, The Boy is expecting me to give up precious sleep time to go running? Have I mentioned I'm starting to question The Boy's sanity.