Trashed

My left shin has been tender this week. On Wednesday morning, I could feel the tenderness as I moved about. I pushed off Wednesday’s run until today. As I sat in the Social Security Office, again, I absent-mindedly began to palpate my lower leg. With very little exploration, I located the spot of issue. I massaged it as I sat waiting.

As I drove to the DMV, I thought that it would be a good idea to take some Ibuprofen and to ice the area. By the time I hit home again, however, the thought was clean out of my awareness.

After driving DD to the airport, my window for running manifested. I hesitated, thinking of the tender shin and then figured I’d run on dirt as much as possible and ice my leg after my run.

The run went well as long as I was on the dirt. I was running on pavement again after the first two miles were completed. I’d traveled a 1/4 mile further by the time I decided that I could not prolong the risk of injury any longer. I turned back.

Did I ice my tender shin? No.
Did I take any ibuprofen for the swelling? No.
Did I even look at the total mileage for the running shoes that I’d been wearing unil the onset of this “tenderness” (nothing more)? No.

I did, however, change back to my Adrenaline road shoes for the run. These are a pair of shoes that I know have traveled less than 300 miles wearing. I didn’t even check the log; I just did it.

I know that most runners can log 400-500 miles in the same pair of shoes. It is not that way with me. It’s like clockwork for me; my shoes are great until I near 300. After that point, my shins begin to complain and I need to replace my shoes in a hurry to avoid big issues.

Later, when I finally did check, I discovered that my Adidas, now, not so SuperNova’s have exceeded the 300 mile limit. So it looks like a new pair of running shoes will enter into the budget soon, and the Adidas will be trashed (or rather added to the donation pile).