Shin Splints and Chocolate Cake

I made it 3.35 miles yesterday. I really wasn't feeling it. After stopping to walk for the third time, I really just wanted to lie down and take a nap. At 3.35 I was passing by my house on my final lap and decided to just be dunzo. I really was supposed to go another .65 miles. I took a nap on my couch instead.

This morning? I woke up with shin splints. It felt like someone repeatedly stabbing me in my shins for no good reason. Even poking them hurts. I laid in better later than usual and moped around the house this morning, feeling unusually perturbed by the most recent training side-effect. Then I started cramping... and suddenly it all started to make sense. Terrible, excruciating sense. Thanks, universe.

Now... I get it. I can't take off a whole week from training EVERY month, even though that's apparently what mother nature prefers. You just have to train through it, I suppose. But I get why yesterday's run was difficult and why I was feeling very emotional about my shin splints. So instead of doing anything at all today, I had a piece of chocolate cake. It was pretty delicious. I chewed slow... cross-training? Yeah. I think it counts. Tonight I am having some wine. Pulling a cork... Resistance training? Probably. So, while today isn't the *traditional* way of doing things, I'm coloring outside of the lines here. Run for me, y'all. Or bring me some chocolate.