I’m reasonably fit.
By that I mean I go to the gym a fair bit. I play soccer in-between injuries. I lift weights, I run, I hike, bike, and ski. I’m, you know, active. However, I’m not really training for anything in particular. Like many I suspect I ascribe to the Jerry Seinfeld fitness philosophy – I want to look good naked (or at least not awful). Working against me is my self-diagnosed PCI. That’s Portion Control Issues. French fries, in particular, are my Kryptonite. And, having only recently moved into my 40s, I’m aware my most athletic days are behind me. Father time, as they say, is undefeated. Continue Reading