Yowza!!!

So I'm 45 now and after much procrastination and excuse-making, I finally picked a doctor and today had my first physical.

Upon realizing that there were no hottie 25-year-old female physicians without fingernails, or at least none that would take me on as a patient, I chose a doc who I know socially. He's a good guy who's in a similar position in life as me--same age, young'ish family, does some bike racing.

I gave him every opportunity to decline, not knowing whether it would be awkward for him, but I really hoped he would take me on. I've had some funky heart behavior recently and I wanted a doctor who understands the reality of hard training and such. We've got some blood work and treadmill tests scheduled for next week to see what's up.

But back to the physical...

Doc apologized profusely, although I think I'm the one who was most sorry (for him, that is). In an amazing coincidence, Lindsay forwarded the video below just this morning!