This morning, I got down the stairs with ne'er a twinge.
I did some cautious hops and skips down the corridor. I did some stretches. I walked to the Post Office. Came back and did some lunges and another couple of hops and skips...
No pain in shins!! Yippee!
I gleefully dusted off my gear and trainers, and thought, I'll just try a trot around the block to see how things are in the shin department.
Naaaah. After 10 steps it was clear that there was No Way. B*m, B*gger, B******s. The old knitting needle under the periosteum was as bad as ever.
Time to seek out the professionals, and appointment duly made at the physio made popular with all my local HM chums. Other Arf will undoubtedly say "what the hell d'you wanna go and do THAT for??" Because even with the free-but-limited advice given by the physios at work, there is obviously something not right. I think it might be having to run around at work for 2 days a week for 10 hours at a time, so I can't rest up properly. I don't want to take sick time. I'm not sick. I need to keep sick leave for when I AM sick, because we get the bare minimum so I may have to take some precious annual leave.
Watch this space fellow C25Kers, I shall not give up! Come the glorious revolution I will be flying the flag, and it will have Parkrun on!