It's a wonderful thing to exercise and have a freshly mowed lawn at the end of your routine. This is almost as good as that weight lifting routine I do in the winter to get out of my driveway. My sons were all home this weekend and found it in their hearts once again to let me reap the benefits of mowing the lawn while they guarded the couches and the TV channel changer. They're always thinking of my best interest. I still use an old walk behind mower like a true frontiersman, and a shovel in the winter like my snow blowerless ancestors did. Every week the grass keeps growing. It never stops. What kind of madness is this? Mowing the lawn was fun when I was ten, but over the years it's sort of lost it's excitement. Now that I look at this as a form of exercise as opposed to a dull brainless household chore, I actually enjoy it. I feel at peace as the engine puffs out white smoke and shoots lacrosse balls across the lawn. My wife says that's just dehydration and sunstroke I'm experiencing. Actually I can't hear anything she says until I shut the engine off. Always look on the positive side.