Day 13, 9.42am. It's been a long two weeks trying to back off from training. I've successfully distracted myself from the annoying shin pain that emerged after my hilly exploits. I've been working far too much and fiddling with my camera in between. Blogging has suffered as it just serves to remind me of all those lovely runs I'm missing out on.
I've had suggestions of shin splints being the cause. I'm trying to ignore this possible diagnosis, though the fine and straight talking Coach Scobie would describe it as denial. I've been dutifully following his instructions; packing the ice and wolfing down the anti-inflammatory pills. I'm hoping the funny achy, tight and sore bit will recover quick. Each missed long run and track session is one step nearer to being the lumpy, unfit and sweaty animal that I remember last time I had to start all over again.
I'm feeling panicked that all those tough sessions stacked up in the fitness bank; like fine and neat rows of colourful knitting are slowly but surely being unravelled. So, after a couple of weeks of taking it all very easy with only a test run or two I'm gonna poke it with a metaphorical stick and see what happens. M is on the track today, so I'm following. I won't be going full throttle but I will try a bit of mixed pace to push what the leg can do. It will end in one of two ways; hopefully no tears will feature. Wish me and the shin luck.