The first time I heard the word I almost tripped over the narcoleptic dog passed out in my hallway (a story for another day). My running partner and accountability Nazi just arrived having inhaled two Grande Expresso Lattee Mocha whatevers, and he was ready to run.
“Today we are going to do a fartlek!” he babbled shaking uncontrollably from a caffeine blood level that would kill a moose. I paused, trying to comprehend through a haze of diet coke and Bagel Bites what in the heck he was talking about. Suppressing even my most vile middle school tendencies, I repeated what I had thought I had heard him say.
“A fart who?”
“ No, it’s not a who, it is a what. A fartlek. Speed play. Come on, any runner knows what a fartlek is.” I had to admit that if knowledge of distorted bathroom words was the singular qualification to be labeled a runner, I had failed miserably. There is no doubt that runners have a unique jargon, much like any obsession such as miniature car collecting and online war games, but obviously my education was seriously lacking. I had mastered VO2 max, lactate threshold, glycogen depletion, and carbo loading, but fartlek…no. Even writing it makes me giggle. Admit it. Try and say it three times in a row without laughing out loud. Any experienced runner can tell you there are times when, well, let’s say things emote unintended, yet I couldn’t imagine that they could build a whole workout around this unfortunate event.
Indeed fartlek is a legitimate term in the running lingo and it does mean speed play. It is Swedish (there’s the problem) and has been a mainstay of training for distance runners for years. Fartlek training was developed in the 1930s by Swedish coach Gösta Holmér (1891-1983) and has been adopted by many track aficionados since. It was designed for the downtrodden Swedish cross-country teams, which had been thrashed throughout the 1920s by Paavo Nurmi and the Finns. Holmér's plan used a faster-than-race pace and concentrated on both speed and endurance training I can only imagine that first day of practice for the hapless Swedes.
“Okee doakee Sven, today were going to fartlek past those fiendish Finns with explosive intensity!”
The idea is to use short bursts of speed to improve fitness and endurance. It also incorporates hills and rough terrain as it was originally designed for cross-country athletes. There is even a Fartlek Hill in Quantico, Virginia used by the Marine Corp to whip its officers into shape.
“Sound Off, One, Two Three, Four. I don’t know but I can see. Fartlek Hill makes a man out of me. Sound Off”
I do gravitate to the idea of speed play. We don’t often think of exercise and workouts as play, but I am convinced that the more we see this kind of activity as enjoyable and playful, the greater the benefits. There are not many studies about attitude and exercise, but I can tell you from my own experience that when I am running and just letting it flow, problems seem to melt away. I find that I look forward to my next run as I know I will feel better, look better, act better and avoid seeing Paris Hilton on TV for another day. If it is fun, your consistency and benefits skyrocket. Now it may be that you are just too tired to do anything else, but whatever works!
Speed play tricks the body into better fitness. It literally stresses the muscles and as they adapt, they strengthen. Our lives also sometimes need to be stressed for us to adapt and grow. It is hard to accept this in a culture where failure is equated with leprosy. I know personally that I learn the most from my failures. I don’t like this somewhat backward appearing logic. I would much rather learn voraciously from success after success, but the reality of my life is that successes often only follow failure. Rarely do they precede them. I don’t mean to imply that failure is to be embraced like a warm puppy on a frigid day. Fight it, avoid it, hate it, but understand that when it comes, and it will, learn from it.
After a strenuous fartlek session, my legs feel like rubber linguine, but I know all those little magic mitochondria are constructing new and stronger muscle cells like a Mexican building crew on a deadline. I will come back stronger from the stress.
We really don’t play enough. Years ago Robert Fulgham wrote a wonderful little tome in which he claimed that everything he needed to know in life he learned in kindergarten. I think he was right. One of those things was to play more. We are programmed to stop playing early in our upbringing, often at the bequest of a harried parent who just wants us to sit still and finish our summer reading book assignment. Some adults however never lose their lust for play. They are called adult attention deficit disorder patients! Seriously, if we all just played more and worried less we would live longer to have more time to devote to the important things in life like is the American Idol voting rigged and is Lindsay Lohan going to her fifth or sixth rehab? Play doesn’t have to be a pick up game of kick the can in the backyard, it is anything that actively engages the mind and the body and is intrinsically fun. Those of us who have kids understand the importance of play. We see it everyday.
Speaking of kids, if you ever want to completely embarrass your 10 year old daughter, proudly announce to her and her group of friends that you are going out for a short fartlek. Believe me, they will talk about that one for years.
I love my ManCave. If a man’s house is his castle, his ManCave is his 5 star Hilton resort. The truth is most ManCaves are dumps, but appearance is only superficial. The attraction of the ManCave goes beyond structure, it lies in function. You see, a ManCave is anywhere or any place a guy can be himself. It is a safe place where he can do the things he loves and not have to apologize, justify, or explain his actions. Before you start having “Silence of the Lambs” thoughts, let me explain.
When we bought our current house it came with a carport (Oh excuse me, a porte- cochere), a greenhouse, a pool, and a freestanding structure about the size of a small bedroom. The prior owner had used this separate building as a woodshop (his ManCave no doubt) so it was decorated in early Cro-Magnon décor. Once all the equipment was removed its true rustic nature was revealed. Let me reiterate that a ManCave is not dependent on appearance, comfort, “Trading Spaces” worthiness, or the number of roach motels per square foot. A ManCave is a state of mind. So with much pleading and gnashing of teeth I convinced my bride to let me take over this space and make it my own. I suspect that she relented only because it was separate from the house and was shielded from all smells, sounds, or embarrassments that might emanate forth.
My ManCave became my sanctuary, my holy grail of contentment, and unquestionably my responsibility. She allotted me a generous budget of $24.99 for decorating, and darn if I didn’t easily come in below budget. You enter the ManCave on elevated iron meshwork that looks dangerously like the grates that cover those exploding steam vents on the streets of New York. You are immediately struck by the unique ambiance of the building because the door tends to stick in warm weather, and the first few minutes of the tour involve a hernia generating tug of war with the demon entrance. Once inside the attraction of the ManCave is apparent as the windowless humidity of mid July slaps you full force. Luckily I had the good fortune of finding a used window unit that fit nicely into a weak area in the wall. The parallel lines of 72 inch fluorescent lights flicker into action and the room is bathed in a sickly sallow luminescence. Prehistoric size roaches scatter with haste as to not disturb my approach. Only now, in the glare of the soothing artificial lights do you see the guts of the ManCave. In the center of the room is monolithic structure that could easily be mistaken for an ancient alter to an unknown god. In reality it is my UltraBody Stack 2000 circuit weight machine. Four stations of muscle straining, gut busting, hernia aggravating love. I have actually had this machine longer than I have been married. That is not to insinuate that this machine is anywhere comparable to my wife, believe me, she is much tougher. The weights have helped me through the tough times, only asking for the occasional lube job. There are no tears in its foam pads, but its pulleys are beginning to grind a bit, much like myself.
Surrounding the weight stack is a trinity of exercise equipment: stationary bike, treadmill, and punching bag. I must admit that I don’t utilize the punching bag often, but it is great for stress relief when my daughter says she wants to date a guy with more piercings than a Aborigine warrior. My treadmill and I have bond that is totally unnatural. It is a bit creepy when my treadmill has more miles on it than my car, but it runs on electricity, not $4 a gallon gas. This is actually my third stationary running trainer (as she prefers to be called). With Summer days that rival the Sahara and a schedule as unpredictable as earthquakes in California, I have learned that a quick jaunt on the treadmill allows me to train when otherwise I would be hooked up to an IV in an ICU recovering from heat stroke. I know the running snobs (and you know who you are) cringe in their CoolMax ultra ventilating shorts when anyone mentions treadmill training, but for me it works. I have conquered the boredom factor by positioning an old TV and DVD player in front of the treadmill to pass the time on longer runs. Not long ago my wife went with me to the local video rental store to check out some DVDs and she was horrified as she exclaimed, “Ron, those clerks all knew you by name!”.
“Yea, I guess I am in here quite a bit.” I calmly replied.
“Have you ever told them why you rent so many movies?” she asked. I could see where this was heading.
“No”. I took the bait.
“Oh my gosh, they probably think you are some pervert weirdo who has no job and just sits around all day and watches movies! I am never coming here with you again!”
“Don’t worry darling.” I reassured her. “I told them they were all for my wife who is on house arrest for exhibitionism.” I spent that night enjoying the solitude of my ManCave.
We all need that place where we can unwind, scratch various body parts, and watch reruns of Walker, Texas Ranger without offending anyone. Be it a ManCave, a car, or even a backyard, it is essential for each of us to seek and find a sanctuary where you can recharge. This is not some selfish wish or desire for it makes you a better you. Time to reflect and relax is at a premium in this society and it is one commodity that is constantly on backorder. Find your ManCave. Cherish it. Protect it. Let it make you a better man, husband, father and friend.
Since Ponce de Leon traipsed through the swamps of Florida searching for the Fountain of Youth, people have been seeking for the magic elixir of longevity. Today, while not seeking the waters of a mythological spring, we scour the aisles of the health food stores snatching up the latest antioxidants in hopes of outliving our mortgages.
Aging is a cellular event. If we want to know how to live longer, we have to know what keeps our cells happy.

Over the past ten years, watershed discoveries of what keeps our cells happy have captivated the medical community. Scouring the literature reveals seven practices that have been unequivocally linked to healthy cells and long lives. The most important and exciting part in these findings is that anyone can benefit regardless of genetics, finances, current health, or age. In other words, being healthy and living longer is foremost a choice. But here's the hard part. It requires discipline and effort.

1. Eat five servings of fruits and vegetables a day.
In a study published in the Archives of Internal Medicine in 2005, consuming five fruits or vegetables per day reduced the overall mortality of the study population by 24%. Eating this number of fruits and vegetables every day is easy to accomplish as most need little preparation and can even be used as great snacks. Today's marketplace supplies fruits and vegetables year-round, and they are some of the most affordable foodstuffs in the grocery store.

2. Do in aerobic exercise for 30 to 45 minutes a day
The most exciting research on this topic relates to exercise and its relationship to neuroplasticity or the ability of the brain to regenerate damaged brain cells. This may establish exercise as both a prevention and treatment for Alzheimer's disease and other neurodegenerative diseases. Exercise is indeed the fountain of youth and can benefit any age including kids and seniors.

3. Don't smoke!
It is amazing that this even has to be on the list, but 25% of adults still smoke and smoking among teens has increased over the past few years. A recent study from Michigan State University showed that you can reduce your likelihood of premature death by 76% by stopping smoking. One of the biggest health challenges of today is to reduce or prevent teenage tobacco abuse.

4. Maintain a body mass index of 18.5 to 24.9.
The BMI is a measure of your lean body mass (muscle) and percent body fat. Tables for calculating your BMI abound, so it is a number you should be familiar with. As your BMI increases so does the incidence of chronic disease. Another measurement that closely correlates to chronic health risks (especially heart disease) is your waist circumference. This is measuring your waist at its greatest diameter (not where you wear your belt… guys!) and studies indicate that you don't live as long if your waist measurements are greater than 40 inches in men and 35 inches in women.
5. Moderate alcohol consumption.
I know I am going to take some flak for this one, but many studies show that moderate alcohol intake (defined as one glass of wine a day) is associated with greater longevity. This is not either a justification of current consumption or a reason to begin drinking if you are a teetotaler, but the science is convincing that a little nip (and I do mean a little) can provide some antioxidant benefit to the cells. This is a great example of more is not better. It should be noted that overall the health risks of alcohol consumption are greater than the benefits in many cases.

6. Develop two or three good friendships.
In the past several years there have been some fascinating studies that have looked at the positive health benefits of social networking. There has not been a good physical explanation as to why people who have two or three close ties live longer than those who don't, however, I suspect it is more related to the emotional benefits they provide. We all know that our thoughts, feelings, and emotions directly relate to our physical well-being. People who feel good about their relationships tend to have more emotional stability. This can translate into such physical benefits as an improved immune system and a decrease in psychological problems.

7. Join a church.
I am not proselytizing or recommending joining a particular faith or denomination, however a study from 2000 showed convincingly that those who were regular church attendees were 36% less likely to suffer a major illness during the time period of the study. The positive effect of religious affiliation was independent of whether the person attended a church, synagogue, or mosque. It was those who expressed a true belief and practiced the tenants of their religion who had fewer illnesses. It was clear that joining a church for health benefits alone was not effective.

The Fountain of Youth is flowing from the pages of the scientific journals, and we can drink in the knowledge so as to live longer, happier, and healthier lives.
“I’m not kidding; it’s Miracle-Gro for the brain!” The statement reminded me of some ridiculous infomercial infecting late night TV. In this case however, it was generated from the mouth of a world class neurobiologist, so I took notice. He was speaking of a substance called Brain Derived Neurotrophic Factor (BDNF). What immediately intrigued me was he claimed that BDNF was the link between exercise and improved brain function. For years I had read articles in both the medical and running journals touting the psychological benefits of fitness, yet here was proof that fit folks were happier folks. Dr.John Ratey, a clinical professor of psychiatry at Harvard, outlined in his amazing book “Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain” how exercise increased the production of BDNF which in turn stimulated nerve cells to grow and connect in the Hippocampus, a tiny area in the brain responsible for a number of high level functions. This growth of new cells actually translated into better memory and quicker learning. He went on to claim that certain other chemicals were released by exercising muscles that improved functioning in the Amygdala, the emotional center of the brain. The implications of this and other research are monumental.
Twenty-five years ago when I was in medical school we were taught that we were born with a set number of neurons (brain cells) and there were no more to be made…period. I remember joking in college about taking another late night excursion to the disco (yes, I am that old!) to “kill some brain cells” with Singapore Slings and Jack and Coke. We didn’t fret about the wholesale slaughter of brain cells as we all knew from biology class that we only used 20% of our brain anyway. In our way of thinking, that gave us a pretty good cushion! It was the unlucky folks born with fewer brain cells, and we all knew a few of those, who had the most to fear. We were wrong on all accounts. Now research is proving that new brain cells can be created, and formed in areas that have a major effect on cognition and emotions. Don’t take this as permission to guiltlessly get plastered; I don’t need to tell you of the disastrous effects of that, but it does open the door for medical miracles. The study of such alphabet soup as BDNF, IGF-1, and VGEF and other neuropeptides has given hope to developing successful treatments for senile dementia, Alzheimer’s and Parkinsonism. Medicine is not there yet, but we can conclude that getting fit by exercising regularly can reduce the incidence of these diseases as well as certain cancers and diabetes.
The great news is that you don’t have to train for a marathon to reap the benefits of fitness. The studies indicate that a brisk walk for 45 minutes three to four times a week can elicit these life enhancing outcomes.
One of the most exciting applications of this knowledge is illustrated by the Naperville school district. A middle class suburb south of Chicago, Naperville has been the focus of a real-life experiment documenting the benefits of fitness in kids. It is no surprise that kids who are active are more physically fit than their sedentary counterparts, but what has been found in Naperville is that these fit kids are also smarter! Over the past seventeen years the school district, consisting of 11 elementary schools, five junior high schools and two high schools, has made physical education an integral part of the school day (unlike the national average where only 6% of high schools have a daily PE program). Their gym class is not your typical dodge ball, basketball, softball curriculum (the average student in the typical hour long PE class spends 16 minutes actively moving). It is a program that promotes and measures fitness, not competition, and grades based on effort, not ability. They regularly run or ride bikes using donated treadmills and stationary bikes measuring effort by heart rate monitors. And they do it at a lower cost per student than comparable school systems! The results have been amazing. In 2002, 97% of entering freshmen were at a healthy body mass index (BMI) as compared to the national average of 65% and most striking was the impact that fitness had in the classroom. In that same year 96% of the eighth graders took the Trends in International Math and Science Test, an instrument designed to compare student’s knowledge level in different countries around the world. On the science part of the test the Naperville students scored the highest…in the world! Through a strict and comprehensive analysis it was shown that regular physical activity and fitness level correlated with the academic success of the Naperville students!
The message is clear. For adults and kids alike, regular aerobic exercise is not only good for the body, but it is great for the mind.
LINK TO "SPARK"



It was a family affair! On April 26th I had one of my dreams realized. Susan, my wife , and my oldest daughter Katie joined me for the Country Music Marathon and half-marathon in Nashville. Susan and Katie ran the half and I waddled through the full. I started off running with Katie (she is 15) thinking she may have a bit of trouble as her training was, well, a bit lax. At the first mile marker she told me to go on and let her do it at her pace and her way. She is a very independent young thing, so I didn't argue. I never saw her the rest of the race (some parts of the course were out and back, but we never passed each other)I was feeling pretty good at the 11 mile marker where the half splits from the full, so I decided to give it a go and made it through to complete my 12th marathon. I was most proud of Katie however as she had a great race finishing the half in 2:40. A remarkable time given her training regimen. The power of youth shines through! Susan also did grand finishing in right over 2 hours along with two of her running buddies.
The Country Music Marathon is a very well run race with all the amenities of a world class affair. The crowds were great and the volunteers were numerous and helpful. I can't think of anything they could have done better! The expo was one of the best I have been to and the race organizers had everything running like a well oiled machine. One of the highlights of this race is the post race concert. It is free to all the runners and this year featured Lady Antebellum, a group boasting two of Augusta's own, David Haywood and Charles Kelley (who just won the country music association new group of the year!)It was a fabulous weekend made all the more special by sharing it with family.
Run long and be fit!
Recently, I watched in awe as Robert Cheruiyot of Kenya won his fourth Boston Marathon. This 26.2 mile race is not only the longest continually run marathon in the world (112 years and counting) but the penultimate goal of every distance runner. As the Masters is to golf, so Boston is to marathoning. One of the great joys of the marathon is that it is not just the perview of the elite runners, but embraces and encourages us mere mortals to go the distance. Unlike the hallowed fairways of the Augusta National, where the 20 handicap golfer can only wax philosophically about what it would be like to hit a 5 iron to the green, in Boston, 30,000 common folk can cross the start line and run the same streets as the world class athletes. It is a celebration for any runner who sets and achieves a goal.
The marathon is certainly a metaphor for many things. Take for example our physical fitness. One of the most important lessons you can teach your family is that being active and physically fit is a lifelong journey and not simply a sprint to flame out in our youth. The epidemic of childhood obesity overtaking our country is largely one of inactivity. The average teen will spend 6 hours in a sedentary activity daily (TV, computer,etc) after school hours! Dr.Ken Cooper, the father of the aerobics movement, said, “The only cure for childhood obesity is physical activity.” We, as parents, have to teach our kids by word and deed that exercise is essential to good health both now and throughout their lives. No one starts training for a marathon by running 26 miles at the first session. You take baby steps, running 2 miles, then 3, then 4, eventually building on a foundation that propels you to distances that you couldn’t even imagine running months before. In the same way we need to teach out kids that you don’t need to be the best or fastest or strongest right out of the starting line. Initially, winning is simply beginning! Failure is simply failing to take action. And there is no better teacher than the parent, and no better tool than teaching by example. When I began training for my first marathon 10 years ago, I had never run more than 5 miles at any one time. My kids were 3 and 4 years old so part of my training was building a slow steady mileage increase over a period of several months while pushing one of the little monkeys in a jogging stroller. Granted they were not running themselves, but they were seeing daddy do it, and I would like to think this instilled in their subconscious an understanding that this was normal, healthy behavior (although today my daughters insist that I am very abnormal…for many reasons).
Running a marathon involves both the brains and the brawn. You have to be in good physical condition and have put in the hours of training, but you also have to had trained your brain to conquer the mental battle that inevitably plays out somewhere along the route. Every marathon I have run has had some point where my legs said no and if my brain had agreed, I would never had finished. To complete a marathon you have to do the physical training, create the will to want to achieve the goal, and have the discipline and determination to see it through. When it comes to the family’s wellness you also have to combine the body, mind and spirit to achieve wholeness. True health is a balance of mind, body, and spirit, not just the absence of disease. In a marathon, when my legs falter, I can pick up the slack by being mentally determined to meet my goal. When my determination wanes, my will and spirit can get me back on track. Likewise, when we face physical ailments, our mental clarity can find solutions and perseverance and when we are emotionally spent, our physical well being allows us to push through the sadness and come out on the other side.
Finally, there is only one way to finish a marathon, and that is to put one foot in front of the other until you cross the finish line. I am the first to admit that the Kenyans generally do that much faster and with much greater style than I ever dreamed of, yet the fact remains that both they and I finished by taking one step at a time. The health of you and your family is a daily call to take that one step at a time. Just as there are potholes on Boylston street in Boston, so there will be potholes along the way of your health. We can dodge some, we may land in others, but the only outcome that matters is whether we get up and continue planting those feet. We all remember the tortoise and the hare. In life, and in health, slow and steady often does win the race. The idea of live fast, die young, and leave a good looking corpse appeals only to folks who have a Paris Hilton mentality. Health for life is a marathon, and it often is the slowest of the bunch that has the most fun.
Where and when did our addiction to sugar begin? Are we born with an innate desire to gorge on Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Pixie Sticks? I am beginning to think the drive to consume sweets is greater than the innate proclivity to cheat on taxes or make fun of Paris Hilton. Actually, sugar is a wonderful energy source; however, like most pleasures, we tend to grossly over indulge. Every great virtue taken to an extreme becomes a vice. We are designed to utilize a variety of foods to fuel our bodies and, in our country where food choices are more abundant than greedy politicians, what we eat is largely our choice.
As I mentioned in a previous column, last year I had the eye-opening experience of chaperoning a group of eighth graders on a bus trip to Washington, D.C. At one of the rest stops (and they were anything but) we unloaded at a “buy everything imaginable” mini-mart. This was a mere two hours after a healthy, bountiful breakfast, and the only real reason we stopped was at the request of the coffee-aholic, micro-bladdered bus driver. We told the kids they could get a single snack, and I stood by the bus door casually observing as the kids returned. I was dumbfounded by the hoards of Doritos (trans-fat heaven), trunks of Twinkies (most likely years old as they won’t decompose under any circumstance), cadres of candy bars, and storage bins of sodas that they carried onto the bus. It would have been cheaper to have bought a ten pound bag of sugar and thirty straws!
So why is so much sugar bad for us? Let me introduce a concept to help illustrate the potential damage.
The Glycemic Index is a measurement of the effect a food has on your blood sugar level. Some high sugar foods such as maple syrup, honey, and candy, as well as foods which are "starchy" such as carrots, potatoes, and cereals are rated high on the Glycemic Index. Other foods, especially foods high in fiber such as whole-grain rye bread and bran cereal, are rated low on the Glycemic Index because they do not produce such a rapid rise in blood sugar and insulin. In simple terms, when you eat high glycemic foods you will experience a substantial rise in your blood sugar level. This, in turn, raises your blood insulin level. Insulin is responsible for transporting glucose into muscle and storage cells for metabolism. Ask the average Joe or Josie what insulin does and most will reply, “It has something to do with blood sugar…right?” That’s kind of like saying, “Da Vinci…he painted pictures…right?” It is a bit more complicated than that.
Some researchers postulate that spikes in your insulin level can contribute to fat deposition. The higher and more prolonged the insulin reaction, the more likely your body is to convert sugar to fat. There are some holes in this theory; however, there is enough evidence to warrant limiting your intake of high glycemic carbohydrates. In addition, a rapid rise in insulin levels can drive the blood sugar too low, which results in hypoglycemic symptoms such as shakiness, foggy thinking, fatigue, and anxiety. A review of the current scientific literature revealed 15 out of 16 published studies found that the consumption of low-Glycemic Index foods delayed the return of hunger, decreased subsequent food intake, and increased satiety (feeling full) when compared to high-Glycemic Index foods. In addition, the results of several small short-term trials (1-4 months) suggest that low-glycemic load diets result in significantly more weight or fat loss than high-glycemic load diets. Simply stated, look for low glycemic carbohydrates and make them the staples of your daily intake. Can you safely eat high glycemic carbohydrates? Of course! Just do it in moderation.
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When it comes to sugar, the old adage “everything in moderation, nothing to excess” applies.

A Woman's Guide to Hormone Health (Bethany House, 2008) is now available!

This guide through the often turbulent storms of menopause and the years leading up to it gives women answers they can trust and apply to their lives. Dr. Eaker combines the best medical information available with biblical wisdom to help women handle the natural changes occurring in their lives. His 20 years of medical practice allow him to speak with authority as well as compassion as he offers options and solutions, encouraging women to actively participate in their health care. Topics of concern such as exercise, diet, nutrition, and osteoporosis are addressed as part of a healthy lifestyle. The book includes discussion of PMS and perimenopause, as well as menopause, making it a must-have for women from 30 to 60.

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One sunny day in the Garden, God was talking to Adam about pregnancy. (It was better than him hearing about it on the street!) “You see Adam, from the time you find out you’re pregnant to the time the baby appears will be about nine months.”

“Gee God, don’t you think that’s a bit long. I mean you made everything else in six days.”

God replied, “You need to have that time to acclimate to the idea that there will be a new person in your life.”

Confused, as he was the only person…anywhere… so far, Adam just wrote this off as one of those “I am God and I know best” things.

God continued, “During the nine months the belly will expand to about five times its normal size, the ankles will disappear, and the butt will get its own zip code.” At this Adam just had to speak up.

“Now God, I know you are the ultimate power and wisdom of the universe, but about this belly thing. I have spent a fortune on Ab-blasters and spent hours doing crunches. I really don’t want to blow my six-pack on a silly thing like pregnancy.”

“Adam, my silly, little man; you are not going to have to go through all that. Childbirth and pregnancy will be my blessing for women. Eve will throw up daily for three months, waddle to and fro, and attempt to push a bowling ball-like head…well, never mind about that.”

Relieved, Adam said, “Well why didn’t you make that clear in the first place? I can handle all that if Eve has to put up with it. What do I have to do?

God thought for a moment and replied, “Actually, you will do what you do best…simply be quiet. No, on second thought, you will be emotional support for Eve, waiting on her every need, comforting her in times of stress, lovingly painting her toe nails when she can no longer bend that low, running to the Handy Mart at two in the morning for chocolate covered Sushi, telling her that a size 18 is not really that big, and forgiving her when she hurls a crock pot at your head for no apparent reason.”

Adam, always the pensive one, took all this in and said, “So God, I know you are fond of writing things in stone, but are these duties negotiable?

God replied, “No because I have made Eve the strongest. You see Eve has strengths that amaze even me. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She smiles when feeling like screaming. She sings when she feels like crying, crys when she is happy and laughs when she is afraid. She heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of four on a pound of any kind of meat, and can get a nine year old to take a bath! You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.”

“Like pregnancy!,”Adam replied.

“Like pregnancy,” God confirmed.


Here's a photo of my oldest daughter Katie running across the Las Vegas Marathon finish line. She met me at mile 24 and dragged me home!

I am a full-fledged, card-carrying germaphobe. No, that is not some new right wing political group, it is a person that fears being attacked and conquered by ever present microscopic beasties. Now you may find this odd coming from a physician. I have spent the last twenty years of my life in the constant company of bacillus, pneumococcus, spirochetes, and other associated bacteria, so you would assume that I would be somewhat immune to their presence. Physiologically speaking, I probably am. My antibodies (those PacMan-like cells in the body that eat up germs) are probably muscle- bound bullies, kicking sand in the face of any weakling cocci. But psychologically, I am like a groveling, fearful puppy facing the wrath of his master after chewing up his favorite channel changer. I picture someone with a cold as a modern day typhoid Mary, spreading their cold germs faster than the herpes virus at a Britney Spears concert. I realize that this is an irrational fear, but too much information has once again fueled my neurosis. Everyone has seen that disgusting video of the man sneezing in slow motion. This was the same film in high school health class that taught us that oral hygiene is next to godliness and burning when you winkle is not a good thing. This particular stop action sneeze gave the impression you were watching this poor guy's head explode. He looked like his head was a lawn sprinkler shooting water out with enough force to knock you over, only this was infectious laded mucous droplets.

Not long ago I watched a TV special on germs in the environment. It was titled something like: The Happy Travelers Guide to Influenza, and it scared me to death. I think I could go through the rest of my life and never know that a doorknob contains 200,000 bacteria per square inch! Do you know how hard it is to turn a slippery knob wearing gloves!

Are you getting the picture yet?

The next scene showed the host walking into a randomly selected three-star hotel room after it had been freshly "cleaned" by their supurb cleaning crew. He proceeded to dim the lights in the room and brought out a special black light apparatus designed to highlight any dirt, stains, mold, mildew and various other yuckies. He showered the room with the special light and it lit up like Christmas in Times Square! There was stuff on top of stuff- and this was a freshly cleaned room! I have decided to sleep in the parking lot of the next hotel I visit. It appears that it will be cleaner!

In an attempt to indoctrinate my unsuspecting children in to my obsessional nightmare, (how's that for a compassionate parent) I convinced my youngest daughter to do her science fair project on bacteria found on common household items. I realize that this alone may be grounds for police intervention, but I was under the delusion that it would be educational. She tested several common household items, a fork, light switch, TV channel changer, toilet handle, etc. To my great chagrin the item that hosted the greatest germ menagerie was the TV remote. There were more bugs on that thing than in the Watergate hotel. The only lesson that my daughter gleaned from this project was that dad can no longer enjoy his genetically-ordained male right to channel surf. Just thinking of the hoards of bacteria being crushed at every button push was too much to endure.

In reality, I guess it is okay for a doc to be somewhat concerned about germs, especially the bad ones. My wife has made me vow not to catch every disease I am exposed to as I did when I initially studied them in medical school. (This is an interesting phenomenon in medical students in that many experience symptoms of diseases that they are learning about at the time. I was the only guy in my class to suffer morning sickness during my obstetrics rotation). I have developed some pretty basic guidelines for helping patients avoid catching and spreading colds.

First, wash your hands - all the time. Just spend some time in any public restroom and you will be shocked at how many leave without doing this.

Second, boost your immune system. Take appropriate anti-oxidants (Vitamin C, E, B-complex) and eat a healthy diet.

Third, don't obsess! Most bacteria and germs are actually good for you. God designed a miraculous system whereby we can live together with out microscopic friends in perfect harmony (like ebony and ivory).

Fourth, never, ever go to a Britney Spears concert!