I lied about not having goals for 2013. It wasn’t a lie when I said that I’m in a much different place than I was 12 months ago. I’m truly content with my life. I have a great job, a great apartment, a great family, great friends and (gasp!) a great boyfriend. I feel like I‘ve found a balance. hey old friends The part that remains unbalanced, though, is my relationship with running. My training log for the past twelve months can only be described as consistently inconsistent . It shows several weeks where I would run regularly before getting injured and taking a break. Most of those breaks were complete breaks (i.e. no workouts whatsoever) meaning I would lose what little fitness I had gained. It's the epitome of the phrase one step forward, two steps back. Now, in January 2013, I find myself basically starting over. Sure, I could still crank out 8 miles without dying but it wouldn’t be easy or fun. I want running to be easy and fun again. And then I want to mak