My grandma started walking 3 miles a day when she reached 60. Today is her 97th birthday, and nobody has a clue where she is.

The only reason that would make me start jogging, is to hear panting again!

I don't work out, at all. If God wanted us to touch our toes, he would put out hands closer to them in the first place.

I enjoy long evening walks, especially if people that annoy me take them.

My thighs aren't well toned, fortunately my stomach covers them

I never jog. It makes the ice inside my glass to bounce.

Doctor said that I have to take a ride with the bicycle every morning...I said "the problem is I have no one to push me"