Eight and a half weeks ago I got shin splints because I ran Chardonnay too hard on tired legs (or something like that).
Most every week since I have tested how the splints felt by running a mile — either round the Wilcox, or uphill on a trail. Running on dirt reduces the impact, and running uphill reduces it further, so these are kinder on the injury than running on a flat road.
Running uphill didn’t seem too bad. I could tell something was still wrong, but it didn’t really hurt, and it didn’t hurt the next day. Running around the flat Wilcox was another matter, after half a mile or so I would notice that I was limping and there was a sensation of weakness in the leg, as though it might buckle or something.
This Sunday I noticed that my leg didn’t seem to be hurting any more.
You’d think I’d go right out and do a short run to test it.
But I did not.
I was afraid.
Afraid that it would hurt after all. Afraid that I’d injure it again if it had started to heal.
I usually have been doing my mile runs on Tuesdays. But yesterday I did not run.
I decided I would run today (Wednesday) after yoga class. But I came home and actually cleaned up the apartment a bit (which shows what an odd state I was in, I’d do anything to avoid the discouragement of finding the injury still there).
Finally, at 6pm, I decided I could put it off no longer. I walked down the road, and then ran up to the Wilcox and around the loop.
It felt OK.
It really did.
Tomorrow I’ll run round it twice!