Tuesday, June 10, 2014
I walk a lot. A lot.
Usually I do my walk/run right out my door, sometimes up the hill, sometimes down. Always just off the edge of the road, in the weeds, or in the fields, or the woods. Any where but actually on the road. And forget about sidewalks - we don't have them out here in the country.
I've just recently gotten back from spending three weeks with my oldest daughter, down in NYC. My daughter had a baby! Being the mom meant that I could go down and stay with them and help my daughter out with her new daughter. Being the grandmother meant that I could strap the baby into her carrier onto my chest and take her out for walks.
Walking in the big city is a whole 'nother deal than walking in the country.
Foolishly, I made no adjustments in my walking routine. The sidewalks and streets are relatively flat down there. (Up here my routes always have hills in them. Long steep hills.) I thought that since I was missing out on my usual uneven surfaces, and no hills, that I could do at least as many miles as I was used to. The additional weight on my chest was negligible.
I found out that I was mistaken.
Now I am back to my routine, in the quiet and peaceful country. With shin splints. Drats! I'm concerned because in a few days my sweetheart and I leave on our big anniversary hike up in the Adirondacks. In a few days I have some big old mountains to conquer, and I have to be resting up right now, nursing my shins, instead of keeping to my training routine.
Ice and stretching are helping, and a valuable lesson has been learned!