I sure like being physical. Contraire to opinions about me when a kid, I have had hard, dirty, sweaty, long hour jobs all my adult life. I could not get along with adults enough to keep any other kind of job. However, work has been a thing of the past for many years now. But, I still like being physical. I do not pedal my bike when the payment is wet. I do not appreciate getting the road grime into the gears etc. Winter is here in Michigan already. It was cold, very windy, and the pavement wet. There was even some left over snow from earlier. So, I went out to one of my big beautiful lake parks and walked 6-1/4 hilly miles. I was a little slow though. I am out of walking shape. I have only been getting in three miles after pedaling my bike for 20 miles or so. The last mile and a half was a strain and challenge this morning. I could only manage 17 minute miles. Such exercise is my biggest best psyche med. I can fend off my chronic depression and anxiety with hard exercise... even feel up. Boy, did I have anxiety up the butt when I finally decided to go for the walk at the park. I was so stressed out about going. I felt like I was doing something wrong. As if I am suppose to be working, running a big time charity, be president of a big company not playing. I kept worrying about when the other shoe would fall. Playing was looked down upon when I was a kid and especially when I neared adulthood. It was supposed to be all work and no time for play. I still do not play computer games etc. Oops this is getting too long.

RICH