About 20 years ago... I was working construction, riding a motorcycle that weighed 5x what I did, and had been doing yoga for a month. I was in the best physical shape I'd ever been in.
I lived in a rental, and my landlord had purchased a truckload of gravel for my driveway. He'd have come by and spread it later, but I felt like doing it now. So, armed with a shovel, in skinny jeans and a sports bra, I set about changing a 4' high pile of gravel into a 2" high layer of gravel. The neighbor's (landlord's) wife came out to see what I was doing. "Damn!" she said. "You're stout!"
Up until that time I'd thought "stout" meant teapot shaped.
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