It's been 4 weeks to the day that I haven't run. Thanks to lots of deep freezing I am glad to report that the acute inflammation in the Achilles tendon seems to be gone. Between Ean's Patella Femoral syndrome and my heel we were literally fighting for the ice packs. No nicer feeling than when you move your legs under the cover in bed only to come upon a half thawed bag of peas...
Funny, how I didn't miss running. I guess there was no pressure to train for anything. I was bummed about missing the Dirty Duo, though. Luckily, I managed to get quite a bit of skiing in, including a full day at Whistler with Pat (first time in three years) and an incredible powder day 
at Grouse. Shredded up my quads for sure. Add to that a few gym sessions on the eliptical trainer and spin bike (how boring) and a snowshoe hike to Dog Mountain today...I should be able to pick up my running were I left it off.
Of course, that is exactly what I shouldn't do. How I hate to start back with 5 min running and increasing slowly, though. Hopefully, by the end of the week I eased back into running mode and that nasty Achilles Tendon doesn't give me more grieve.
