In May, I stress fractured my foot training for the Steamboat Marathon.
|Not my foot|
We jetted off to my cousins wedding in NC where I danced both nights away with a tight popliteus muscle causing me all sorts of pain.
None the less, I got to see my family. Following the trip, I figured out the damn popliteus injury and had LJ McVey massage it out.
Then we worked and worked and subsequently moved into a larger home on campus. Since then, Adam has used his handy man skills to build a deck that looked like this.
That brings us to the present. I could be racing again. I am slowly building back into running, low and slow and itching to be fast. Who knows how my current training will effect this race.
Coming down the line, I have a conference in Boston and another chance to see my family and perhaps visit my stomping ground up in Keene Valley
And a vacation on dock to Glacier National Park (a very much much much much needed vacation)