During my physical yesterday,
my doctor asked me about my daily activity level,
and so I described a typical day this way:
"Well, yesterday morning,
I waded along the edge of a lake,
escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush,
marched up and down several rocky hills,
stood in a patch of poison ivy,
crawled out of quicksand,
and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake."
Inspired by my story,
the doctor said,
"You must be some outdoors man!"
"No," I replied,
"I'm just a lousy golfer."