During my physical examination, my doctor asked me about my physical activity level.
I described a typical day,
“Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 Kms through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through prickle bushes. 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 crappy golfer.”
