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Disclaimer: A lot of my posts have been pertaining to running.  If you're not a runner, or don't at least have an appreciation for running (similar to my lack of appreciation for sports like football), I apologize.

Whether you know it or not, you know now: I am no longer on pace to run the full marathon for Canton. I had incurred (what I am believing is) another stress fracture - only this time in my other foot, though not nearly as severe as the first one I received back in November of 2010. Upon discovering this second fracture, I felt a bit let down.

(Sidenote: I'll never know for sure whether either of these injuries were truly fractures. As it would cost far too much in medical expenses for an accurate diagnosis. And then the doc would just tell me to do what I already know to do.  So, with that said...)

Fact: I wanted the full. But I realized I couldn't have it. At least not this time.

However, upon accepting this fact, I immediately began coming up with alternative ideas. It was mid to late February when I started staying off the foot so it could heal. I had to if I wanted any chance of running Canton at all.

It is now late March. The lack of running has been wearing on me (and I can see it manifested in the acne on my face; running is a surprisingly effective skin cleanser for me). However, I went out just a couple brief times this past week. Once on my own, and the second time with my wonderful friend, Diana. She was my first literal running buddy, and probably the first sister I learned I had at First Christian. I love her to pieces.

Sunday afternoon. Washington Square trail. I led.

I have never led someone at running before in my life. I told her this after the fact. She rejoiced with me on this - albeit, now, fairly trivial - fact. Please note: The only reason it's now trivial is because I've been able to run this distance for a while. I've simply never had another person running it behind me. We then continued to do a mile around the Walsh track.

Another first: Running a whole mile around the track. (Let's face it: When asked to do so in middle and high school, I couldn't.) Apparently, it's now the simple things in life that bring me joy. But shouldn't it always be that way?

I still marvel at the fact that I can run.  After years of believing I never would.

So, what's coming?  The Canton Half Marathon. Same venue, slightly different event. The best part? Diana and I have aspired to run a half together for over a year.

And now we get to!