I asked my wife if we could put in a stripper pole in our bedroom. She liked the idea, but made it clear she wasn’t picking up any clothes I took off.
<cue rim shot>.
Please don’t run naked. Please. Really. No one wants to see that. Please.
I used to run. Until my knees, shins, hips and back couldn’t last more than a couple of miles. No doubt running barefoot may have avoided these injuries. And replaced them with cut, burned, blistered and bloodied feet.
Now I use a stationary bike. I pedal to nowhere every morning while I watch The Dan Patrick Show on DirecTV. I pedal barefoot. And other than a sore butt, I’m doing fine so far.
So, what have we learned today, Timmy?