The Bicyclist Cometh
Man your treadmills, your elipticals! The Bicyclist Cometh.
Janette and I both have family visiting Oregon, and one family member suffered a heart-attack conversion to uber-exerciser several years back. He spends over three hours a day exercising. While we love his new health and his advocacy for healthy living, it certainly raises the stakes on my expanding waistline.
It feels kind of like when I was a kid. My mother's parents would visit for a few weeks at a time from Denver. They were observant Jews; we were raised in the Reform tradition. But before the plane touched town, our house magically kosher-ized. All the traif disappeared. We enjoyed their visit (particularly my grandmother's chocolate crinkle cookies), waved goodbye, and the house slunk back into its prior, non-kosher state.
Today, same thing: except now we're re-examing our schedules to make time for exercise and hiding all the high fat foods.
-- Dad
