I had a doctor's appointment first thing Monday morning, and when I checked in, the receptionist handed me an updated patient information form to complete.
I LOVE filling out forms like that, and the questions started out pretty basic. Do you wear your seat belt in the car? Do you smoke? Has your insurance information changed?
And then, I got to the question "Do you exercise?"
I wrote "yes."
The next question was "If yes, how often?"
I wrote "three times per week."
The next question was "What type of exercise?"
And here is where I cannot explain what sort of dishonest, self-inflated athletic version of myself took over, but before I realized what was happening, I'd written "jogging."
My mom and I walk moderately paced laps around the local mall every few days. That is the extent of my exercise routine.
In fact, I jog so infrequently that I can remember the last time it happened. It was Memorial Day weekend TWO THOUSAND THIRTEEN. Michelle and I had rented a place down the shore and had to catch the jitney to the bar. and we jogged about a block to the jitney pick up stop.
But there, in ink, on an official medical document, I claimed I was a jogger. I panicked for a few seconds. I certainly couldn't cross it out and write "walking," because that would look dumb. I also couldn't ask the receptionist for a new form due to grossly exaggerating my exercise level, so I just left it there and hoped that the doctor wouldn't choose to question me about my jogging habits.
And thankfully, she didn't say a word about it.
But I feel like I should jog this week.
Although, maybe I should wait until Memorial Day. Why break tradition?