The Debt of Motion
Language: en
My wife’s college buddy has a sports system, and it’s bound to me. As long as I lie still, he can keep moving forever. All his fatigue? It transfers directly to me. So, my wife ties me to the bed while he runs a marathon… and wins. She even drugs me with sleeping pills, so he can finish a two-mile swim without breaking a sweat. My body is falling apart, while he's raking in prize money and accolades. And my wife? She just sneers at me. "Look at Ryan," she'll say. "He's built like a rock. And you? You're so useless, your muscles are turning to mush." I stay still, he keeps moving? If I stay…