I don't want to get my hopes up. So I'm going to try to avoid sounding optimistic or excited.
After months of believing that I was practically crippled with shin splints, after suffering from a mild stinging in the lower legs, I eventually got so frustrated that I decided to grab the bull by the horns, and actually go running, to see just how badly said condition affected me.
In retrospect I suppose it might have been a bit daft, but out of sheer desperation I decided to go for a run anyway, to see if I would run the mile, or be reduced to hobbling my way home.
I ran the mile.
I settled into a steady pace, running through what had turned into a rainstorm, at 00:30 in the morning through an unlit park, feeling like I was the only person in the world. Just me and the track - as corny or as cliched as it sounds, that's what I had to work with.
The run got harder very quickly, much earlier than I had expected it to, but I carried on through it. Even when, after running up the biggest/steepest hill on the circuit, when my legs were burning, my lower back was screaming for attention and my lungs felt like they were on fire, I carried on. I had to know, could I make the distance?
I ran over a mile - 1.09 miles to be exact, in 12 minutes. Over hilly terrain.
That's not bad, considering I haven't been running for a while.
But what about my shinsplints?
What about them?
I didn't feel any pain then, and I don't feel any more than the (very) slight background stinging that I felt before.
I won't articulate what this could mean in words, because I'm wary of bringing the entire thing crashing down around me.
Time to press on. I've got my ADSC to pass...
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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