Despite my difficulty in running the mile circumference of Glade’s Park, I am not particularly out of shape. I mean, I could afford to lose a few pounds, but I’m not what you would call overweight. My lungs are burned out from a few too many years inhaling smoke, and my heart has grown rather sedentary. Wendy encouraged me through that first long mile and then took me to her apartment for a cool drink. I fell onto her sofa with a groan as she poured two tall glasses of mineral water. On the rocks.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances