So after my weekend fling on the track, I come back to Treadmill No. 8. We share a moment of uncomfortable silence, but then settle in to our routine as if nothing ever happened.
The hour goes by quickly with no pain, other than the occasional flashback to what might have been. I love the track. But the treadmill is my friend.
Later in the afternoon, Mo asks how my run was. I tell her it was great.
She points out that I’m limping badly on my right leg and I make a little “Ow” sound every time I take a step.
Well, sure, I reply. But it didn’t hurt while I was running. That’s all that matters.
Sometimes Mo doesn’t understand running …
i like margarine 
I hope your IT heals soon. I haven’t been able to run for many weeks due to a foot injury and the red head streak in me is mean and ready to go…
Wasn’t sure where else I could ask, but is there any chance “run for coffee” image can be added in the woman’s v-cut and in the cap sleeves over in the cafe?
Hey, Sara. Yeah, funny how just running without a limp can be cause for celebration. Got my fingers crossed for you!
Those shirts should be up now. Couple of people have said they’re turning out ok, but remember that they have a money-back guarantee if you don’t like. Thanks!