A couple months ago, I flew to Florida to purchase a vehicle at a dealership. The next morning, I left Jacksonville, FL and drove all the way back to College Station. I limited my restroom breaks to when the gas tank needed to filled. I only stopped 3 times.
Prior to 35, I could have made that trip with ease. At 37, when I got home that evening, my ankles were purple, my legs were tingly, and I was worried I had developed a blood clot in my legs from sitting too long.