Bring it on.
An obvious ploy.
I'm staying at five marathons until I earn a snowball's chance at a BQ.
Speed my steps along your path, according to your will.
Hawt and sexy
I'm touching your pants.
Crap. I feel like I'm running every chance I get--coffee breaks, lunch breaks, through the night--but I know in my heart that I'm not doing enough.
Dreams can fuel action, but the cycle works only if action refuels those dreams.
What I mean is, you're totally right. It's time for me to get out there more.