It s every runner s nightmare. You ve flipped through both magazines in the waiting room, and now your sweaty fingers are tearing holes in the white paper on the examination table.
Footsteps echo in the hallway.
The doctor opens the door and walks in. In your mind, you ve already heard the horrifying news. You jump off the table, forgetting about your swollen knee, and bolt out of the room screaming. OK, wake up. It s just a bad dream.