Well, I have returned from my 150-mile struggle through the French Alps, and by some miracle, considering the state my arteries were in, I survived.
Fear can make a man do many strange things. Force him to run across a bullet-strewn battlefield to drag a critically wounded friend to safety, or cower, shivering in the protective arms of a foxhole. Tear his recently-created masterwork into pieces or just not start it in the first place. Rig an election. In my case it was far less dramatic. I started doing some exercise.
OK, so now the hard work could really begin. My cholesterol was high, too high. The years had finally caught up with me, like an über-healthy Tommy Lee Jones facing down an obese Harrison Ford. “But I drink Innocent smoothies...” no longer cut it as a get-out clause.
Up until about a day before my cholesterol test results were presented to me, I had always maintained a fairly positive attitude towards my health.