September 13, 2002
I’m the opposite of a health nut. There are those that enjoy waking up at 5:00 for a multi-mile run, topped off with a liter of water, a bran muffin, and two containers of yogurt. Then there’s me, who would rather sleep till 10:00, have fried eggs for breakfast, and who dreads the daily walk from the train station to the office. I hate everything about my commute: the sweating, the awkward carrying of a laptop bag whose $40 value is reflected in the no longer usable shoulder strap, the stopping for cars at intersections, and especially the slow walkers.