“Why are you torturing yourself?” the man asked as I walked by, catching my breath after my run in 80% humidity, 80-degrees-feels-like-86 San Juan.
“You’re so skinny.”
Not fair. Getting skinnier is not on the list of reasons why I torture myself with running.
I smiled, trying to play along as I could tell this was not an opportunity to educate a local man about what is and is not appropriate to say to complete strangers on the street.
“You need to eat something. Some meat is pretty,” he said. Read the rest of this entry »