When one (hypothetically) is intensely out-of-shape, striving to "accept" that back pain is inevitable and one must keep on moving anyway, and trying to get back into some old pants with cloth that has apparently shrunk in the thigh and bum areas, one should (hypothetically) consider it a bit of a weekend exercise-regime overdo to: hike 6 miles on a very steep grade, follow this by dancing, get up and shovel compost the next day, follow this by digging fencing holes and hanging fencing around a garden, raking, shoveling and mixing, and then planting broccoli.

Hypothetically, one would be in incredibly bruised and sheepish pain the next day.

But the broccoli will have hypothetically made it through the night and look quite snappish in its corner.