So I go to one of those walk-in doctor clinics at the local drugstore where I've never been before for a spider bite that's getting infected. (Love my woods hikes, but the spiders live there.)
They weigh me, take my blood pressure and pulse. The first words out of the lady's mouth are "Are you a runner?"
WHOO HOO! I'm a runner! I can tell you no one would have asked that 2 years ago at 217 pounds and only 5'3". Made my day.
Now off to take the antibiotics.
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