My freakin’ leg looks like some kind of advertisement for what not to do when you abrade your shin to the bone on the filthiest treadmill in Pennsylvania. I thought for a couple days there after I crashed and burned at the Upper Main Line YMCA that I’d let my leg heal in the air. Bad idea.
Here’s a hint: When Sheryl tells you to use Neosporin, do it. It’s that, or else start calling yourself peg leg. Arrrgggh.




