Some examples of fun include
- feeling like you've just rent your chest in twain after throwing base balls as hard as you can at 3-Pitch, and wondering, if you die here in the outfield, will anyone notice?
- when you stretch to reach for your phone from your bed and speculate that the searing pain in your chest is heart-related and that you've only minutes left to live.
- running to a destination very vigorously with a heavy shoulder bag pulling across your chest, and stopping at the end, breathing heavingly, certain that a chestburster is about to pop out. (Gory demonstration)
- imagining during kendo drills that the pain is just a flesh wound imposed upon you by a samurai's live katana across the chest.
I'm not sure why this amuses me so. I suppose it's a fun experience given the probability that nothing's actually broken or permanent, and helps improve my appreciation for good health. Yay! Ouch!