|get ready, it's your time.|
In my mind, this is how it will go:
I step on the treadmill and pump the speed up to 4.5.
Impressed by my skill and flawless ability, the therapist recommends stepping it up to a 5 and working in some hills.
Once I master that for a mile, she instructs me to do a nice tempo run at a 6 to ease myself back into the running game and leaves me alone with
I hop off the treadmill and she says "You're cured! Please pay your co-pay on the way out".
I'm going to be pretty bummed if reality differs greatly from my completely logical expectation of Friday's visit because I'm