Last week I only ran once {last Saturday} even though I did some pretty awesome and strenuous hiking and ran a 5k race {last Sunday}. When I ran on Tuesday this week I was feeling great. I had a great workout the day before at the gym {elliptical and boot camp strength workout} and was happy to be running in the morning {my favorite time to run} at our local park, aka my “happy place”. It was a gorgeous day and I felt like I could run/walk forever so I kept adding more intervals {I did 3x 7:3, 3x 3:2, and 2x 4:1}. I felt great both during and after the workout.
I had another great workout the next day {back at the gym for more elliptical and boot camp strength workout}. The sore muscles were subduing after all the hiking the week before {even though I had different sore muscles from the boot camp moves}. I got up early again and headed to the park again for another run. Right away I could tell that I wasn’t going to have a good run like I did on Tuesday. My legs were heavy, my body was tired. I was a struggle for me to put one foot in front of the other and get moving. After the first interval I was relieved to walk, even if it was only for 3 minutes. I kept telling myself that I would get into a groove and everything would start “clicking” soon. But that never happened. Many times during my workout I wanted to quit or to walk earlier than what was planned. But I didn’t give up. I keep going, slowly but surely. During the second interval my shins started to hurt. Then slowly all parts of my body started to ache. I finished up my workout {3x 7:3 and 2x 3:2} and did a slow cool down walk. I was upset that I had such a bad run AND that my shins were hurting {more like an ache, something I do feel from time to time after a run since returning to running after being sidelined, definitely nothing like I was having a few months ago}.
I felt defeated, even though I was able to finish my workout. After I stretched I headed home and took an ice bath for my shins while I ate a recovery snack {raisins and a banana with soy nut butter --- my substitution for peanut butter}. I was down on myself the rest of the day. I was angry that I was hurting and that I didn’t have a good run. I texted the husband telling him my run “sucked” and he texted me back asking “why” and then followed up with “at least you are running”.
And, that’s true. At least I am running.
Taking time off for my injury was hard. I was depressed and angry and upset all the time. All I wanted to do was RUN. And the husband has been off from running for the past couple of weeks due to an ankle injury {he is doing much better and is running a half marathon today, hopefully he had an amazing race} so I know he knows how I felt when I wasn’t able to run. So I let myself had a little pity party the rest of Thursday and woke up on Friday feeling better and knowing that some days are going to be hard. Some runs are not going to be great. Every day is different and so is every run. I know this. And sometimes I need a little reminder.
I also realized that I don’t want my shin splints to return so I’m going to listen to my body and take a few extra days off from running and not run this weekend. And on Tuesday I’ll get back out there and see how I’m feeling. And I’ll be hoping its a better day, and a better run.










