I just had a physical. They took my blood, my blood pressure, my pulse, and collected a couple of other things you don't want to hear about, they listened to my heart, checked my colon, my esophagus, my reflexes, and after all that said I'm in great shape. Ya know, for an 80 year old coal miner.

I do everything I'm asked. I brush three times a day, work-out, eat fruits and vegetables, no red meat, and watch my weight. But every day I read about perfectly healthy people dropping dead while jogging. That's not right.

If I'm gonna go like that, I wanna make sure it's with a smile on my face, not like Jim Fixx,  having his heart blow up at five am on some high school track with a gnarly grimace on his face.

In my perfect world, every mile I run should equate to a cold beer and chili dog. But unfortunately it's nowhere near that.

Have you ever checked the calorie chart on a stairmaster. I worked out the other day for 30 minutes. 110 calories. 110. I heard you burn 80 having sex. I wonder how many if you have it on a stairmaster?