(image via Flickr/rachelrusinski)
After finishing the Scranton Half Marathon two weekends ago I promptly stuffed my face with 7 orange slices and a chewy bar and then I called my mom.
I let her know how the run went and told her that it was a lot of fun; typical post-race fodder. Then she started talking about her day. She told me she skipped the appointment she had scheduled for a bone density test because a friend told her she didn’t need to get that checked yet. I started ranting.