I’m not what you would call; “athletic”.
My body shape is best described as “an egg on toothpicks”. Thin legs, bulky upper body – no backside . . . “the great ass-less wonder”, as some friends refer to me – fondly I’m told.
The point is that I am not the type of toned individual that sporting goods manufacturers typically use in their advertising campaigns. You will not see me rapidly scaling Lion’s Head mountain (Cape Town) in glistening glory on a Friday morning before work.
Reaching the summit with only but a hint of chasing breath, the deep blue waters of the Atlantic ocean stretching below – you will not find me, hands aloft, grinning with accomplishment, winking at the camera before sprinting off for the epic journey back.