These bootcamp workouts I’m doing three times a week really prolong my life. I stare at the clock, refusing to believe that a minute can last this long.
By the way, the workouts make it obvious that fat and fit is a lie. And by fat I don’t mean “I gained two pounds, I’m so fat.” I mean real fat, 50 to 200 lbs overweight.
Fitness diminishes as fatness increases. Age is somewhat of a factor but a healthy-weight 60-year-old is clearly fitter than an obese 20-year-old.
Why is it that so much of what is considered progressive hinges on denying the very obvious?