Perhaps the fittest I have ever been was the summer of 1988. Was this because I took up jogging? Was it because I trained extra hard for football? Was it because I ate well and dedicated myself to purity of body and mind, allowing myself to reach a zenith of health and well-being that was almost transcendental to the point where I could have become a fitness/lifestyle guru with my own range of VHS tapes to rip people off with help people with? No. It's because I spent that summer cycling up a mountain to do five hours of radio every day. I told you before about my first radio gig, and that went on for a while every Friday night. I don't remember this story, but apparently I got a phone...
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