Whew! Because you, in week 50 of the bobtastic thing, which was not even the start of your gym-going, would obviously kick my derriere across the Pacific (I'd have no problem if you kicked me across the Atlantic. I might even enjoy it).

Unless it was a contest to see who could kick higher, since I can pat you in the nose with my foot. That might knock you out, so I guess that way I'd win by default...

*shakes on the sharing thing*