F'n Shin Splints

I know one day, after I complete a marathon a few days after I turn 30 in my favorite country ever, I'll look back on these times and barely remember them. But seriously, what the f? I woke up in the middle of the night to Clancy getting sick and in serious need of some fresh air and grass (just what I wanted to be doing at 3am). When I jumped out of bed, I thought I was going to fall over. My shins were so sore.

In reaction to that, and instead of throwing myself on the ground having a baby fit like I talked about yesterday, I got some Advil and made an appointment to see a recommended podiatrist. Unfortch, my appointment isn't until July 2nd, but I'm happy to have that on my radar.

Unlike my last break, when I used it as an excuse to be lazy, this time around while I chill out on the running again, I'm going to keep up the cardio by biking and walking and I'm going to do some yoga. So you see, I don't have the time to feel bad for myself, cause I'm just going to continue treating my body well by working out and eating right.

So today, I'm pissed about the a'hole shins I've got going on, but I'm not going to let the negativity bring all this progress down.