The next morning, Barb met up with Delta in the Pop Village Stadium.

Delta said, "Ok. If you're gonna run a marathon, you need endurance and proper technique. Here, watch me."

Delta raced quickly around the stadium, but Barb wasn't looking.

When she finished, she said, "Like that."

But, Barb said, "Like what? Go. So I can see it."

"Are you kidding? I just did it."

"I didn't see anything."

"Fine. I'll do it again. Slower."

Delta raced again, but Barb still wasn't looking.

"There."

"What? Go."

"Heavens to Betsy. Ok. I'll go again in slow motion this time. Pay attention to my stride and posture."

This time, Barb did see when Delta went around.

Barb said, "Wow. You're fast."

Delta said, "Well, you gotta be this fast when chasing outlaws or herding buffalo."

She then took out a stopwatch, "Ok, give me a couple of laps so I can see what I'm working with."

Barb got into position.

"Go!"

However, Barb just did a funny walk with a bit of weak panting, "How do I look?"

Delta said, "Like a woman wearing high heels, carrying a purse."

When Barb stopped, she asked, "How far did I go?"

Delta answered, "Like, 10 feet."

"How many feet are in a marathon?"

"Like, 137,000."

Just then, Riff ran by, "Hi, guys!"

Barb quietly said, "He is going down."

***

The next day, Delta went over the exercise chart, "Ok. Today, you did 10 jumping jacks, five sit-ups and two push-ups. Well, that's better than yesterday."

She then heard Barb drinking something, "What are you drinking?"

Barb answered, "Energy drink. Gotta replace my electrolytes."

Delta knew that wasn't what it was, "It's chocolate milk! Honey, you gotta be serious about your nutrition. You gotta think of your body as a machine. Nutrition is the fuel. What's a typical day of food for you?"

Barb answered, "Well, I start with a sensible breakfast."

"What?"

"A bunch of powdered sugar on a hot dog."

"That's not sensible. That's insensible. What about lunch?"

"Usually turkey sandwich on wheat."

"Ok, that's pretty good."

"I just deep fry that sucker and dump a bunch of powdered sugar on top."

"I'm scared to ask what you eat for dinner."

"I like a big dinner. Helps me sleep."

As she described it, Delta made a face of disgust.

"I'll take a casserole dish. You know, something big and deep. Pour about two inches of powdered sugar in there. A rack of baby back ribs. A layer of marshmallows. More powdered sugar 'till it's about ye high. Throw that dude in the microwave for about 45 minutes. Sprinkle with powdered sugar and serve."

Delta really was afraid, "That's what you eat for dinner?"

Barb then took something out, "Well, I supplement throughout the day with these protein bars."

Delta said, "That's a tube of cookie dough!"