I have 12 weeks till the Columbus Marathon and I'm suffering from my first injury. I'm not 100% sure what it is but belive it may be Achilles Tendonosis, or at least the early signs of it. I've decided to take it easy this week. Let the muscles, joints, and all the other goop that hold me together heal some. There is not point in me thinking about crossing the finish line if I can't even get myself to the starting line.

I did manage to get 14 miles in this past weekend. I never thought I would enjoy running this much. It's such a stress reliever. When I'm out there running I'm not worrying about the bills I have to pay, or fixing whatever may be wrong with the truck, or anything else going on in my life. I just run. I become one with my surroundings. I am happy when I run. It's like I'm in my own little world. Nothing can bother me. I wish I would have discovered this a few years ago.