I chose Moderately Well.

It's a longstanding--if unwritten--policy at the library that staff get indoor bike parking. I was able to get my boss to approve, and facilities to install, a wall-mounted rack that I bought to store mine. All our libraries have lockers for staff.

They are indifferent, but in a good way. Of the 12 who work at my neighborhood branch, I'm the only bike commuter, although if pressed, a couple of others will admit to woning bikes. I say indifferent because it's no big deal to them. It's just the way Bruce comes to work. The novelty of it wears off new hires quickly. Patrons too quickly tire of always hearing, "Of course" when they ask if I rode to work--like yesterday when it was 13F and winds in the 20s gusting to the 30s.

OTOH, upper management has taken notice and tapped me to help with the bicycle bookmobile project. Even as we speak, our facilities department is beavering away at fabricating shelving and displays on top of a mid-sized Bikes At Work trailer that I'll be pulling around starting in May. (Quads don't fail me now!)

For the record, at 58, I'm the oldest male in three generations in both sides of my family to have NOT had a heart attack. (55 is the previous record.) My doc wishes she had my lipid numbers and BMI. My diet, while low-fat, is easily recognizable as typical middle-aged American fare. I do this, BTW, with one bum knee, an arrythmia, and only 1.5 working lungs.

I find myself moderately amused that at health and wellness company actively discourages bike commuting. It's like the time a 300-pound nurse at my doc's office asked how I keep my BP and resting HR so low, "I just do what you people tell me to do," I told her.

Hypocracy thrives everywhere. Or is it that your employers are just trying to drum up business? No revenue in healthy people.