Mighty Winds

1. Happy Bloomsday.

2. Stately, plump James Enge was biking last night when he (i.e. I) realized something about being middle-aged. I don’t have any first wind anymore. As recently as my thirties (which is not too recent, I guess), when I exercised I would start out with a lot of energy, then flag after a while (15 or 20 seconds, perhaps) and finally get a second wind as endorphins or something kicked in. Now I don’t have that first wind: I’m groaning from the second I hit the road (or the rowing machine, as the case may be). If I stick with it, though, the second wind still comes along, as strong or stronger than it used to. If it ever stops showing up I think I’ll give up every pretense of fitness and settle down to becoming perfectly spherical, which is where my natural talents seem to lie anyway.

3. Who do I root for in this battle of dinosaurs, Berlusconi vs. Murdoch? I suppose it’s too much to hope for that they will plunge together down the chasm into the Reichenbach Falls.

About JE

James Enge is the author of the World-Fantasy-Award-nominated novel Blood of Ambrose (Pyr, April 2009). His latest book is The Wide World's End. His short fiction has appeared in Swords and Dark Magic (Harper Collins, 2010), Black Gate, the Stabby-Award-winning anthology Blackguards and elsewhere.
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8 Responses to Mighty Winds

  1. bondo_ba says:

    Argh. I know the feeling. I never did have a first wind, even though I was a borderline professional athlete when younger (I was a first dividion volleyball player and quite a long-distance runner). It sucks, having to suffer through the first few minutes until the energy kicks in!

    Now, of course, I have no wind at all!

  2. scbutler says:

    I vote for plunging as well.

  3. madwriter says:

    Falls, yes, but maybe not Reichenbach. Because then chances are one of them will mysteriously reappear shortly afterward.

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