My shin splints - if that's what it was - have been getting better and better during the week. Yesterday I had to do a fair bit of walking (pulling a suitcase behind me while on a business trip) and had no problems. Today I felt fine as well and decided I would do my normal walk after work to see how everything held up. During this walk, in glorious sunshine, I changed my plan a bit. The greedy, impatient part of me told the sensible part of me that if I felt fine I could go for a little run when I got home. After all the weather is supposed to change and next week will be bl**dy awful, with snow! I could always stop and even if the pain came back it would be no great loss if I couldn't run in the rain and cold next week. The sensible part of me was not completely convinced, but let itself be persuaded.
So, all excited, I set off in my new running 3/4 leggings (no, I'm not going to post a picture, they make my legs look FAT!). Legs felt heavy at first and every twinge in the shin area was analysed, recorded, interpreted and commented on by the numerous gremlins who sat on my shoulder - I'm pretty sure they poked my shins too. Until I pointed out to them that the twinges in my ankles were being ignored and actually my knees felt worse for lack of exercise than any other part of my body - so why weren't they complaining about them? I stopped after exactly half an hour (but still well short of 5k), thinking I shouldn't push it. But then after 5 minutes walking and no problems I set off again and completed the 5k.
We'll see over the next 24 hours whether I'm really back in the game. It was very nice to run again. I had a big smile on my face and after the first 5 minutes didn't care who saw my fat, white legs. Nobody looks anyway. And it was fantastic to be able to take advantage of the lovely weather, on a Friday evening, with the weekend ahead.