On a long run round and round the park I passed a few few spotty teenagers. At the time I still listened to music to block out any comments that might be given. On my fourth pass there was a lull in the music and I heard one shout: 'come on you, fatso!' (yes, well, I did weigh ±16 stone at the time). Immediately followed by the other one's comment: 'but she's doing well, like!' Made me smile and run on!