We've all been there.

You've done a couple pull-ups before, and now you want to do some one or two more, and then you can get back to your home or your bed. You've got a bag to carry and you don't want to wake up alone. Your back is sore all the way to the end of the day. You find yourself with extra miles to cover in the next few weeks or days.

Your arms are stiff as boards, and your shoulders have turned to concrete. You ask your friend if he wants to join you in the gym. He looks at you with suspicion and you wonder what the deal is. "Okay," he says, "but I will have to work a little extra in the mornings to cover up for you. I just hope you don't tell your wife that you've been working at the gym on Wednesdays and Thursdays." You tell him you'll do it. You'll work the early weights, and you'll have to do something extra in the evenings if you want to make up the time. And hey, it will give you a decent excuse not to come home early from work on a Sunday; you'll have enough to watch the game with. And who better to cover for you than Joe the plumber? You have him over for dinner to make it up to him. He doesn't want to, but he follows you home, and he helps you to bed.

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And you know he will never do anything to hurt you or anyone you love. I've spent much of my adult life getting ready for the last of the long and stressful days. In my youth I was accustomed to getting things done quickly in order to leave early. I enjoyed my job and was very good at it.