Reflections from the Dreadmill

When forced to hit the dreadmill due to injury or inclement weather conditions, I can feed my latest obsession. With flare-ups in the Koreas, a new education Chancellor waiting in the wings and Alzheimer’s all-around, there’s always the Golf Channel, offering fewer commercials than most other TV stations – and there for me 24/7. Truth be told, I would have preferred to watch the World Tennis semifinals out of London, but alas, they weren’t being broadcast this morning.  As it turns out, I got a better workout on my treadmill than the golfers I was watching on the greens of Dubai.