Last year while Keir was away fighting forest fires in the wilds of Montana, I was battling a faulty compact disc player.
You may recall that I won the scuffle with the CD player when I introduced it to my hammer. But I lost the war. I bought an iPod that same day.
My fellow joggers are no longer treated to my scowling mug on the trail. There are no more blips, skips or hiccups in my exer-listening. Instead, I gasp, grin and laugh out loud. I especially laugh at Slam by Nick Hornby.
The more I listen to this brutally honest and funny teenager’s story of fatherhood and the philosophy of sk8ing, the more I laugh. Other folks on the jogging trail give me funny looks which makes me speed up to get away from them.
I’m taking stock of how audiobooks have made improvements in my life. Once I demolished the CD player, I know my blood pressure went down and I got a good upper body workout in the process. Now that I listen to my books on an iPod, I’m walking farther and faster to get away from walkers who think I’m deranged for jogging while jovial.
Audiobooks—burning calories, protecting my social sanity, and improving my mind. A biblio-trifecta. Woot.