Unfit

For me, there are no five words that stir up middle school PTSD like The Presidential Physical Fitness Test. Those of a certain age remember it. We all had to do it. I was particularly bad at it. At my school, you could either do pull-ups or the flex hang. My flex hang was so brief that my PE teacher said, “I’ll just put down half a pull-up, that will probably be worth more.” I would have responded with a request to be placed in the fitness protection program, but my arms were too tired to pun. NYT (Gift Article): Could You Pass the Presidential Physical Fitness Test Today? (Of course, these days Presidential Fitness has a whole different connotation.)