Gym

"I think i'll hit the gym for a couple of hours. Gotta work off the Bacon!" You reply, with a smile.

You pour a glass of juice for Rachel, hand it to her and leave the kitchen, making your way to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later you are dressed and ready for the gym. On your way out you say goodbye to Rachel. It appears that the breakfast has helped and she looks a little better.

As you go through the front door you are greeted by glorious sunshine.

"Where were you on my last week off?" You ask rhetorically to the blue sky.

You pick up the newspaper which is on the front step, glance at the headlines and make your way to your car. Seconds later you are on the road. The gym is only a ten minute drive away.