Missed my running group last night because of my ridiculous, former doctor. I waited, for the fourth and last time, for an hour in the hell that is her waiting room. FOX News can die in a fire.
So instead I did a bunch of sets of squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and lunges. Ye gods my hamstrings are sore.
But seriously, what kind of doctor routinely—I mean every time—runs over an hour late. The receptionist was even surprised when I said I had to leave.