Curses! Foiled!

After months of contemplation about getting back into exercising (I am slightly embarassed to write that, although not really because I am nowhere near the worst case scenario), I finally get back into a workable, enjoyable running routine, only to be sabotaged by shin splints. I feel like I am in high school all over again, since that is the only other time that I have experienced this affliction. It brings back memories of ice in dixie cups and schmoozing with the big bad football players. What's different is this time I am old enough to actually care that they get better and worried that it might actually take some time. So while my first inclination (driven by my high school memory) was to run through them, my more cautious, older self and some strong warnings from Dave have me grounded with ice and advil until they feel better.