It’s a mere 22 weeks to the inaugural Rock N Roll San Antonio Marathon. I started training (baby steps) this week after being a complete slug since May 1. Last night at rehearsal, our bass player handed me this:

And God populated teh earth with broccoli and cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

And Satan created McDonald’s. And McDonald’s brought forth the 99-cent double-cheeseburger. And Satan said to Man, "You want fries with that?"

And Man said, "Super size them." And man gained pounds.

And God said, "Try my crispy fresh salad."

And God created the healthful yogurt, that woman might keep her figure that man found so fair.

And Satan brought forth chocolate. And woman gained pounds.

And God said, "Try my crispy fresh salad."

And Satan bought forth ice cream. And woman gained pounds.

And God said, "I have sent you heart healthy veggies and olive oil with which to cook them."

And Satan brought forth chicken-fried steak so big it needed it’s own platter.

And man gained pounds and his bad cholesterol went through the roof.

And God brought forth running shoes and Man resolved to lose those extra pounds.

And Satan brought forth cable TV with remote control so Man would not have to toil to change channels between ESPN and ESPN2.

And man gained pounds.

And God said, "You’re running up the score, Devil."

And God brought forth the potato, a vegetable naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition.

And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fat fried them. And he created sour cream dip also.

And Man clutched his remote control and ate the potato chips swaddled in cholesterol.

And Satan saw and said, "It is good."

And Man went into cardiac arrest.

And God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery, and Satan created HMOs.