Bellies bounce

One in a continuing series of fitness motivations: "Daddy, your belly is bouncy!" Mason said this afternoon, as he was playfully using me as a punching bag.

Next stop, the bicycle. I was going to pass on a ride today. I have parked a tissue box under my nose , thanks to allergies, and I have some projects that need attention.

Clearly, though, the boys have other ideas. It's as if my fitness life has morphed into a Cheerios commercial....