While the cemetery next to you is one of the loveliest and well-tended that I've seen, it is not exactly a "destination" running track, especially as far as it is from town. Have you taken up jogging? Amos doesn't seem to be the jogging type; he's more a sprinter, especially when the front door opens and he thinks he has a chance to get insdie.
I've managed to pull of the feat a half-dozen times or so. I started off as "pathetic" and have slowly moved up to "unfit." I'm shooting for "strikingly healthier than the track occupants."
You'll likely never get as skinny as them, however.
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