One week until I’ll be running my third Boston Marathon. This year is a bit bittersweet. Last year I ran 26 1/2 weeks pregnant and thought I would never see the finish line with the amount of potty breaks I had to take. Thinking about running it this year should seem a bit more lighter but I’m injured. Level one stress fracture in my post tib and I’ve done everything possible to get it to heal. Just not feeling that it has healed all the way. I’ll go out on training runs and feel twinges or pains from time to time. I’m drinking bone broth, going to acupuncture, see a foot doc, coach, PT, etc. but feeling stressed that running this year will lead to more injury or a full break. I’m trusting my instinct on this one and just going to take it nice and easy. I’ve promised myself to take walk breaks and just enjoy the support out there. I’ve been working hard to just show up to the start line. The Boston Marathon is unbelievably special and this year I will be running it in memory of a high school buddy who died unexpectedly in February.