Wednesday, March 9, 2011


If you are like me, or want to be like me (and who wouldn't want to be like me?), then you probably put exercise a little lower on your priority list than it should be, somewhere between arranging furniture and going to the dentist. And to give you an idea of where that puts exercise on my priority list, I haven't been to the dentist in, count them, five years.1

This wouldn't be so bad. My body is in excellent shape, even if the shape is less than excellent (and my teeth really are just fine). But when compared to my siblings, I am the heaviest of heavyweights.

For example, my oldest brother had his body fat checked once, and he came in at 4%. Four percent! How can I compete with that? My breath has more body fat than that, though I could probably cut it down if I went to the dentist.

Now, not everyone in my family is running marathons and doing triathlons and cycling hundreds of miles. But even Chris, who likes to pretend he is not active, is much more active than me. The only sibling that is even close to my league is Nathan, and even he runs in the occasional Santa Speedo Sprint (I know you are curious, but trust me, you do not want to see photos, and definitely not video).

So imagine my joy when I found an article in today's New York Times about When Exercise Is Too Much of a Good Thing. Ha ha! You see? I've been right all along! The headline was so good I didn't actually read the article, but it probably says exercise is bad and you should all be staying at home in your warm cozy beds eating donuts for breakfast.

Once again, science comes to the rescue. Now I'm looking for a "Going To The Dentist Is Too Much of a Good Thing" headline.

1. And I NEVER arrange furniture, my wife does. Frequently. And she's about to do it again.

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