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 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
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 bad golfer.”
