Yeah, so if you don’t read my blog regularly (and I don’t blame you), I hurt my leg last week and I posted some crybaby bullshit about it, but I’m feeling much better.
My shin hurt around the clock for a couple days, long enough to scare the shit out of me. I did a lot of laps in the pool and whined and cursed and generally made life miserable for everyone around me.
So I’m running again, timidly, and so far I’ve had no pain. I couldn’t get an appointment with the sports MD until August 5, at which point I will have already declared myself cured and started working on my next injury. But I’m keeping the appointment because maybe he’ll teach me some things about not beating my shins all to shit. And because I’m delicate.
In spite of my crash and burn, July was a record month for me. I ran 156 miles, including five 10-mile runs, a 12, a 14; and I ran with the jogging stroller 18 times. I feel confident in saying that thing will have paid for itself long before the wheels fall off (of me, figuratively or the stroller, literally). I also made a lot of smug remarks about running all the miles and never taking any rest days. That’ll teach me.
I’m continuing to be cautious. I’m dialing back my casual training plan and taking it to a whole new level of casual: swimming, calf-strengthening exercises in front of the TV, some light jogging and maybe a long run if I feel like it.
It’s gonna be fucking epic.