Kicking It III

With only 182 days left before I leave for my birthday trip, a few folks have pointed out an irregularity in my last column.

Apparently, I have always been obnoxious. It started when I was 10. With a pair of six guns slung low on my hips, I'd mosey up to family members and smack them squarely between the shoulder blades asking, "Guess who's back?" My family nickname is unprintable.

When you read this column, I will have knocked out my sixth week of exercise. There's not much change in my body except my knees are complaining a bit.

Daily, I warm up on the bike. I have increased from 10 minutes...