“Are you physically fit?” bellowed the man on the television screen as he jabbed a muscular finger in my direction.
“I don’t know,” I exclaimed, a bit startled by the suddenness of the question.
“Are you physically fit?” he persisted. This
man was loud, muscle bound, and so deeply tanned that where ever he
was, he must have been near the surface of the sun.
“You’re getting older,” he continued.
I am getting older, I thought, nearly every day.
“Do you even know what it means to be physically fit?”
I had to admit that I really didn’t.
“Of course you don’t know what it means, you’re a tiny pathetic weed of a man.”
I still didn’t know what it meant, was a little insulted, but wished that someone would tell me.
“Well I’m going to tell you.” He seemed to
be reading my mind. “Physical fitness is the ability of the body to
function with vigor and alertness, and with ample energy to engage in
leisure activities. Endurance and cardio respiratory integrity are the
overt signs of physical fitness.
Well this was absolutely no help at all.
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