Recently, I've been working out, training for 5Ks and doing a bunch of training workouts. One about a week or two after pulling my hamstring in a workout - and not realizing it - I worsened the injury to the point of needing physical therapy.
As it turns out, my therapist is the sister of a high school ex girlfriend. (That could be a whole other GW story.) But my therapist's name is Megan. She's about 5'10, wavy brunette hair - with blonde streaks - down to about the tops of her breasts.