Scuse me.

I put on my running shoes and my brand spanking new running shorts today, I was set. Three miles is about what I should be running, 3 times a week. I was about 2 miles into my run on the treadmill when my brother scared the crap out of me. I screamed, real loud. He laughed and I rolled my eyes then went back to my run.
   "So .. You taking me to McDonald's when you're done?"
"McDonald's? I'm running, exercising, you can see that right?"
"I'll see you in a few minutes?"
"No, I am almost done but I am certainly not ruining this run with a run to McDonald's."
  It took me forever to focus and to get my breathing under control again but I managed.
   McDonald's? He must think I'm crazy.