Following on from yesterday's post, I found a picture of Ben from a year ago in my log.
I think that there is a story - involving a boy, his mother and a wise man - that may go some of the way to explaining why I train regularly.
"I can't get my little boy to stop eating sugar," complained the mother when granted an audience.
"Come back and see me in two weeks," replied the wise man.
Disappointed, the mother departed, but two weeks later, she dutifully returned with her son.
"Stop eating sugar," said the wise man to the little boy.
"Why did we have to wait two weeks for that?"
"Because," the wise man said, "I had to give up sugar myself."