I am unfit. There. I said it. You’d think living in a place where one is required to be at least marginally fit because of the kind of terrain that we have, I would get a lot of physical exercise. But no. These days, I rarely get to walk or run outside, which may be the main reason why I pant like a mad dog with even just little walking. I wonder how much that muscle stimulator I saw being demonstrated in the mall would cost me. Goodness knows how I admire people who can stay in tip top shape while working from home.