My New Obsession

Time to face it: the running thing isn't working. I have, periodically over the past four years or so, taken up running with my wife. She loves the sport--and these days is up to 5-6 miles at least three times a week . . .while pushing JD in the baby jogger. Meanwhile, I spend every spring huffing and puffing my way through three or so miles three days a week, and pretty much stay at that level through the summer and into early fall. Then it gets cold, and my breathing gets to the point where it's excruciatingly painful, so I give up.

Here we are, and it's April again. I've tried to enjoy running, I really have. I've tried to make it work as a regular exercise. But because I literally cannot breathe outside in the cold air, I find myself at the same beginning place every April.

So, here's the new plan:

We live in the perfect place for it: lots of flat land, wide roads, low population. I don't aspire to be a Lance, but I would like a moderately decent bike for riding to work and a good aerobic workout.

Unfortunately, as beautiful as this new plan might be, there are a couple of flies in the ointment. Six flies, actually. All with Ben Franklin's face. And then there are the accoutrements. Yow!

Yet, somehow, I'll make this happen!