20 minutes is…
a) the length of a dvr’d sitcom
b) my commute to work
c) the length of the (seemingly) longest freakin’ pilates dvd ever when you are trying to do it for the first time in (several) years and your dog just. won’t. stop. barking. Because he thinks you want to play? Or he thinks that scissor kicks are an attack? So he decides to alternate between barking at you, nuzzling you, licking you, and rolling ON you while you try to get your pilates on.
d) ALL OF THE ABOVE
If I was a more confident person I would make B take a video of me trying to pilate (is that a verb?) while stew launches his attack. But I’m not. So you’ll have to use your imagination.