Underconditioned
I’ve been exercising more the last few months. Going to the gym. Walking around the neighborhood from time to time. I’ve been a member of a fitness center for years, but in most months my monthly fee was more of a donation than anything else. And my neighborhood has always been there. I haven’t moved from a neighborhood that prohibited walking to one that allows it. Back in September I decided I needed to be a little more weight conscious and shed some pounds, but it was a decision not without some provocation. Each summer I see my doctor for an annual checkup and, since I was displaying some concerning symptoms and given my age, he ordered me to get some tests done. I went unhappily, but went nonetheless. Everything seemed to go okay but, as it is, I waited anxiously to get the results from the doctor. After a day or so his office called and with relief I heard the words, “You passed the test.” It was the next words that set me back a little. “However,...