Keeping in shape never hurt

Jim took a few moments to look around the office before walking over to his desk and placed his bag on the chair. The weekend had been a nice break and coming back to the city, after spending a few hours late into the night with Tim and mom, the three of them polishing off several bottles of Pinot, that had been more or less a bit of a trick not to get pulled over. He was sure he was near flat-out drunk but now, in the morning, he was bright eyed and awake. Which was more than he could say for his assistant, the poor woman was split between talking her voice hoarse with a vendor and trying to get things sorted in the office. He just smiled, the woman was a saint and kept things running as smoothly as possible.

"Here you go, Jim." He glanced down at the papers placed into his hands and before he could say anything, the woman turned on heel and walked back out, barking into the earpiece yet again at another person on the line.

"What was that about?" He looked up as the nurse assistant, Brandi, came into the room. She looked back at the woman who was walking down the hall. "I mean, I know she's good at her job but she can't be scaring off people like that."

Jim just nodded his head in agreement. "Well, can't do much about Teresa...you know that." He looked around for a moment and then turned back to her. "Did we get the computers back up and running?"

"Yes, everything's good to go." She turned and handed him the report. He nodded and after the young woman left, he walked over to the closet where he kept his doctor coat hanging and after slipping it over his pink blouse, turned his attention to his face. It was only a few moments to touch things up and after finishing, he turned and walked back to the desk. Boss or not, he still had to do the one thing he hated the most during medical school: paperwork.

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Coming home, Jim put down the bag he was carrying on the countertop, followed moments later by moving through the apartment and stopping for a moment in the bedroom to change out of his work clothes and then slipped on a pair of yellow yoga pants and a soft violet top. Tim had bought that outfit for him during the last trip home and Jim often remarked that Tim just knew how to pick things for him. Tim laughed back, saying he should know his own sister's style after all.

Opening the bottle of water from the fridge, he turned and headed into the living room. In the background played some music as he took a moment to pull out the questionnaire before he selected some workout music. He hadn't taken the time to really read what the next question was and, for some odd reason, he just felt the need to get to it quickly before the end of the day.

8.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE SPORTY?

Jim read that for a moment as he started to stretch before he quickly jotted down his answer. While I wouldn't be a gym-rat, I would do a lot of yoga and jogging to keep myself fit and with a good degree of stamina. He was never really the type to go and play a lot of sports growing up, namely because there just wasn't really any type of sport that he would've been interested in. Tim wasn't the type either, though, so he supposed there was more a family thing than just for him. Besides, mom loved taking them out to do nature hikes, swimming at the lake with their cousins, and even going mountain climbing a few times. Sure, they had slowed down a bit now that they were older but he still loved keeping in shape with stretching and yoga almost daily, something he had picked up in college and continued. Even Tim had joined him and would do it as well, as much as possible given they lived in separate places.

A few more hours of exercise, followed by a light lunch and a quick shower, Jim was ready to slip into bed when he spotted a text from his neighborhood friend, Taylor Johansen. Someone he had grown up with and played often together, though he could've sworn that Taylor had been married (or was he?) He had mentioned that his mom told him that Jim had been back in town and wondered if he was willing to meet up for dinner sometime? Jim thought about it and smiled, sending him a reply text that he would love to do so. With that sent, he looked at the next question before turning off the light and going to sleep.

9.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR HIGH HEELS?