Contributed By Sandy | Published: Jun 26, 2006
I recall being on vacation a few years ago and giving myself the luxury of having a massage. As my seemingly sadistic masseuse was pounding away on the back of my legs, he casually asked, "You're a runner, aren't you?"
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