Long ago, maybe in 2000—yes, I did suffer from ADA (Adult Onset Athleticism)—I was dating a runner training for his first marathon. At the time, I couldn't really comprehend running 26.2 miles because running just one mile nonstop on the treadmill at Harbor Square in Edmonds was cause for serious celebration.
This runner (let's call him Joe) was the opposite of the runners who have encouraged me so much in recent months. His main observation, upon hearing I wanted to start running? “I don’t think you’re suited for running. Your boobs are too big.” Really, he actually said that! I would say I have no words, but we all know that is not the case.
Good thing I didn't let that particular boob get in the way!
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