A couple of coworkers and I went out to lunch yesterday. Simple, no? I mean really, it's just three people going to grab grub and shovel it down like we are small children eating cookies hoping our parents don't suddenly come around the corner.
All was well until the return trip. We ran into a few other coworkers, who by most standards are nice enough people. My problem came when asked where we went. Portillos. WHAT? That's so far. By so far I mean about 5 or 6 city blocks...but by so far she meant how did you crutch that far you invalid? Now come on. I ran 26.2 miles in February. How is it possible that I am a total invalid by June? Seriously. I can't stand the "How do you manage?" or the "It's nice to see you getting around so well."
I am not an invalid.
I am just slightly broken and it will pass.
