The Challenge of Switzerland

You might think that stepping on the bathroom scale and seeing my all-time high weight blinking back at me would be all the motivation I’d need to get in shape. That shameful number between my feet actually put me in the same weight class as the world’s fattest dog. But he’s got a legitimate excuse for his extra heft – he’s 7-feet long, and bred to pull a lifeboat full of shipwrecked people to shore. Me, on the other hand, I’m about 5’6”, mid-life, medium build and the only thing I have to haul across water is myself on the commuter ferry I ride to my job at The Dr.