God's a funny guy, but he has a cruel streak. I'm pedaling my tail off on a stationary bike, and I'm praying, as I always do at this time, for a little divine help in recapturing just a small part of my youth. Then, I catch my reflection and, whaddya know, I got a new zit. On my 49-year-old face. So, I'm fat, graying and creaky, but at least my face is breaking out. Good one, God. Now, get the hell out of my gym.