A smelly tale

This morning, I was dressed for running and snuggling with Quin before his nanny came over. He turned to me and said, “Mama, I smell your shirt.” Oh, boy, guess it’s time to do an extra-long laundry cycle. My running shirts have soaked up a lot of sweat these days despite the cold weather. In this week's column I'll be relating some even more harrowing stinky running tales.