The strange thing is this: if these walking fleshloafs would hit the gym three times a week, 20min each, then they would stave off a youngish death but then seem to think if they even step foot on a bike they will keel over dead. 50 is not too old to start. Hell even 60 isn't too old to start. The body repairs itself fairly quickly because it "wakes up" from its twinkie coma and thinks, "Shit, he's excersising again. Better get our shit in gear."
My grandfather died at 55 not because of his one-pack-a-day smoking, but because he had a belly like Boss Hogg.
My grandfather died at 55 not because of his one-pack-a-day smoking, but because he had a belly like Boss Hogg.