Jarring Elements

I'm starting to think that my children have an evil conspiracy to get me working out.

Yesterday, my eight year old daughter asked me to take her to the Y. They have a kids' workout area with miniature treadmills, etc. It's hot as the blazes here in North Carolina…we've had a heat wave for the past several weeks. Indoor exercise sounded like a decent plan, so I agreed.

"You're not wearing that, are you?" she asked me.

I looked down at my twill shorts and black shirt and flip flops. ...