My father
brought me up believing that sailing was a proper form of exercise. This
critical lesson was lost on my brother - he plays tennis, squash and all manner
of sweat-producing things.
I, like my father before me and his
father before him, do not engage in sweat-producing endeavors willingly.
This applied to our professional lives as well as our recreation.
Even golf is on the edge, as without the breeze of a sail, the sun can
get overbearingly hot, and anyway, all that country club joining and socializing
can be quite tedious.
So, as I pointed out in December,
when the concept of the couch potato was revealed to me, I embraced it with
enthusiasm. I like to believe that I've furthered the cause by bringing
so much of my life to the safety of the couch. And what do you know - just in time for Matlock!
But, the Doc's onto me.
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