Mama needs a new pair of shoes!

So off I went ... on a Friday afternoon to the local running & biking store.

For some reason I've been putting off a trip there. Here's the thing. In Charlottesville, I had this wonderful little running shop that I loved, the Ragged Mountain Running Shop. They were kind and helpful, never making me feel like I should be running longer distances or faster ... they were just happy that I was running and wanted to do whatever they could to make it a better experience for me.

The had me run in front of them. Judged my gait and adjusted for my overpronation and suggested just the right shoe to try on. And I stuck with them the second time too! That pair I bought on our way out of town moving from Charlottesville to Central IL since I wasn't sure what I'd find when I got here.

So off today I went to the new store, Often Running for another running shoe buying experience!

The man who waiting on me was friendly, helpful and very observant. When I told him I was there for a new pair of shoes, and I'd brought the old ones he was very appreciative. "OH!" he said, "you have orthotics in them!" I responded, "Yes, overpronation and a couple injuries have lead me to that point."

"Oh sure, these are great support for that. Would you mind taking off your shoes so I can just see your feet?"

"Of course"

"Wow! Your feet just scream Saucony! Some feet just do."

I left there laughing, feeling well taken care of and a new pair of Saucony's to wear on my run tomorrow!

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