It counts

Bf and I took a little day trip today to a little town up north where it proceeded to snow heavily all day. We were snuggled under the covers after a good nap when dinner time rolled around but bf insisted he had to run, so he drug me in the snow over to this pathetic little gym that had equipment dating back to the 1970s. I dutifully got on the lone bike while he lifted some weights and then got on the lone treadmill. He stumbled twice and then stopped because the treadmill was skipping. So that's 3 bike miles for me and .09 running miles for him. After that workout we picked up little seizures pizza and cookies and promptly went back to bed.