Mens sana in corpore sano

WE START this month with some earnest advice to my contemporaries: once you reach a fairly comfortable middle‐age, you should settle for a form of exercise that brings pleasure and contentment without any pain. Long before there were reports of sudden deaths in midstride—indeed, as soon as the nonsense was imported—I was convinced that jogging is masochism, or worse, for anyone other than clean‐living athletes under the age of twenty‐five.