"Do you mind if I start working out around you while you clean? I would offer to help but I have another marathon coming up this weekend and I can't miss a day of training" Mckayla smiled and asked you. You were already planning on cleaning the whole room yourself so it didn't seem like a big deal to you. You responded, "Yeah thats totally fine with me, get your sweat on babe" and finished with a wink. You felt the need to add, "Oh and try not to forget that I'm in here this time! I definitely don't want a repeat of what happened during the last marathon you ran." Mckayla looked a bit puzzled and asked you, "Huh? What happened then? All I remember was beating my previous record time and having this suuuuper comfy insole in one of my shoes. Man I wonder why I only had it in one shoe, I wonder if I could find another to match it. Speaking of which, where did I put that insole in the first place, and..."
"MCKAYLA" you shouted up at her, interrupting her ditzy train of thought. "I WAS the insole in your shoe. You stepped on me in the bedroom, put on that exact sock" pointing to the one on the ground you noticed earlier, "then ran for nearly 5 hours on top of me, honey. You couldn't unstick me from your sole for like 3 days." Finishing your explanation you saw the gears turning in her head and she finally responded, "Oh yeah! I remember that now! Jeez I'm really sorry about that, especially with how funky these feet can get after vigorous exercise. I promise that won't happen again sweetie." Mckayla then picked you up, gave you a huge kiss that engulfed your face. Setting you down she said, "Alright I'm going to hop on the treadmill now, good luck with the cleaning!" As she said that she put her headphones back in her ears and turned around.
You facepalmed briefly at your wife's incredible talent for forgetting things, especially when it came to you. But you knew she never did any of it with bad intentions so you couldn't feel upset by it in the slightest. It was just the price to pay for living with this amazing goddess of a women. Soon enough Mckayla had put on her running shoes and started her run, so you began your cleaning.
You started by picking up the loose clothing around the room. You balled each article up and threw it into the nearby hamper. Even the hamper was taller than you were though so it felt like a fun game of basketball to you. Sports bras, leggings, all of them swished perfectly from your tosses. You paused a brief moment at the sock that nearly sealed your fate as an addition to your wife's foot, but quickly shook off the fear and threw them in as well. Everything was going relatively smoothly for you. After around 20 minutes most of the clothing had been picked up off the floor without incident. Just then you heard your wife say loudly, "Hey hun, can you bring me a small towel? My whole body is sweating already and its starting to get in my eyes even."
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