Last Sunday in church, I was limping due to “runner’s knee”.  I’ve been running for years.  I’m not fast, I don’t take it too seriously and I do it mainly to get out of the house for an hour.

As I was limping down the hall, an older member of the church stopped me.

”Why are you limping, Mama?”

”Runner’s knee.”

”How’d you get that? Certainly not from running!”

What the actual f***. Did I just hallucinate or did she kind of call me fat? 

Listen, I know I don’t look like a runner.  Looking at me you wouldn’t know that I run, lift kettlebells, do yoga and eat a fairly clean diet.  If you watched me run after small children, you might see it.  If you watch...

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