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During my regular physical examination, my doctor asked me about my level of physical activity.
I described a typical day, “Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five-hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes. I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees. The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all I drank eight beers.” Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoors man! “No,” I replied, “I’m just a golfer.” |
