So, I'm sitting around, reading about other people's running lives because I have a shin splint.
How do I know this is a shin splint? Because the outside of my left shin feels and sounds like celery that is being crunched.
This crunchy celery shin splint is my fault completely. This knowledge does little to make me feel better about NOT RUNNING, other than knowing that I might possibly have learned my lesson.
This is my crunchy celery shin splint pity party.
How do I know this is a shin splint? Because the outside of my left shin feels and sounds like celery that is being crunched.
This crunchy celery shin splint is my fault completely. This knowledge does little to make me feel better about NOT RUNNING, other than knowing that I might possibly have learned my lesson.
This is my crunchy celery shin splint pity party.