I must admit, I like exercising. Lifting weights, exercising, pumping iron, whichever form of argot appeals to you, I’m in favour of it. Now, I hate sports as much as any other self-respecting intellectual conceived in the age of the electron, but there’s something about lifting the ol’ barbells that just appeals to me. Maybe it’s the mindless repetition of hoisting heavy discs of metal that appeals to the smooth luge circuits of my brain, the ones responsible for dedicated pursuit of tasks I deem essential to self preservation. Or maybe some reptilian portion of my brain, suppressed through aeons of evolution and a few centuries of civilization comes alive and craves the testosterone rush that exercising heralds. Either way, I’ve grown increasingly fond of staying fit and getting stronger. Mens sana in corpore sano and all that.