Pura Vida
Well-Known Member
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 for about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake, where it was boggy and I kept struggling to walk, but I kept going. I pushed my way through a major patch of brambles. I then slogged through a very sandy patch, my feet kept sinking into the soft sand and so I actually not only got sand in my shoes but also in my eyes. I later just managed to avoid 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 was so thirsty that 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 lousy golfer."
