stronger than my arms and chest. I may never be able to bench-press very much. But I am already doing much better than when I started, about four months ago. And it is a long time since I felt this fit, and that is a good thing. With my bike and Jim, I will be a powerful beast by Christmas. I am so hoping that the beast will be a koala. (And incidentally, a man who acted like the anthropomorphised Jim in the poem would be given short shrift by one little convert to exercise. Shrift shorter than a short string. Look! My very own tongue twister!) Now, my dear weaklings, click this feather, if you can manage that, and head over to New Zealand for more poetry: