Thank you for giving me all those nice things to eat during that work trip (Pizza! Ribs! Tacos! Middle Eastern food), and letting me eat all those nice things for Christmas. I decided to return the favor by having us go running. You are very important to me and I want to look out for you.
So, I don't really think it's right of you to protest so much. It was only 5 k, and I'd run the same distance exactly one week before. It's not like I hadn't run for a whole month, which is what happened a week before. I get that that wasn't fun. I'm being understanding about the soreness from that time. But today? No. Just, no.
In the future, I hope you will be more appreciative of my efforts to take care of you. You should be thanking me, not giving me grief.
Because the KFC whole roast chicken was delicious, and I'd like for us to be around to enjoy it for years to come.