Guilt set in late Thursday afternoon as I sat watching the second of three televised professional football games. The Thanksgiving meal had been hours ago. Part of my brain was telling me I needed to take advantage of the down time and get a little exercise, but the other side was winning in saying “Just rest.” Finally, I gave in to the proper call and said, “Who wants to go out and get some exercise?” It was, after all, a nice day to be outside.

One of the more ambitious in the crowd suggested a pick-up soccer game, but I had to pass. It was a little more exercise than I wanted at that time.