For Whom the Whistle Blows: A Physical-Education Instructor Contemplates His Own Mortality.

Every sit-up was meaningless. Every expertly executed lunge was immediately nullified by its own insignificance. No matter the skill, no matter the technique, no squat thrust was ever anything more than just an activity to fill the minutes and days before Death delivers my final red card.

The clipboard I scribble these words on buckles beneath the weight of my thoughts.