So, there's been this "twinge." Since about WIBA. Maybe a few days before.
And it seems to be getting a little worse.
I'm a little worried. Well, actually, that's an understatement. Because I have access to Google. And as anyone who is a paranoid worrywart, knows...
YOU MUST BACK AWAY FROM GOOGLE.
OR LOSE YOUR MIND.
Because from what my symptoms are in my shin, I might have something that rhymes with "schmtress frampture."
(I'm too afraid to type it)
Because the cure for that? Is no running. NONE. For 8 weeks, minimum.
Needless to say, this might make me lose my freaking mind.
I'm hoping that this is just a little bit in my head and a little bit of a sore muscle or something. But just to be safe, I decided not to race Sunday. I'll just volunteer and cheer on my girls...and that's it. I have a doctor's appointment on Monday just for some peace of mind. And I made sure the doctor was a runner. In fact, her credentials list her as an "avid athlete and marathoner." So, at the very least, she'll get it. And hopefully get me.
Gonna do some icing, swimming, and a little easy spinning in the meantime. And hold my breath.
And stay away from Google.