I think I’m injured.


I know I am.

A few days ago, after a small snowfall and still stoked after my 6.6km run and despite having 5 days of migraines, I put on the cleats and went for a run.  I should have known after about 5 minutes that I didn’t need the cleats but I kept going.

Have you ever run on steel shoes?

Take it from me, don’t.

Most of my route had snow, but a lot didn’t.  The pounding of the pavement was brutal on my lower legs and ankles.  I should have stopped after a kilometer but I thought I could push through.  Most of the time, when there’s been a little soreness, once my muscles and tendons warm up, the soreness goes away.

Not this time.

I had to shut down the run at 3.76km, about 1/2 km away from home.  I took the cleats off and practically limped home.



In pain.

I took some Advil, iced what hurt and felt like shit for the rest of the day.  Oh, and my migraine headache came back.

The next morning, the sun was shining and the temperature was above zero for the first time in months.  My legs, surprisingly, didn’t feel all that bad.  I needed to get back out there.  I needed a psychological reset, if that makes any sense.  My husband could see how defeated I was, my running confidence shattered after just one run.  He encouraged me to go back out there, warned me to take it easy and walk a lot if I had to.

I had a good breakfast, drank a lot of water and took some Advil. I set out to run a slow, steady 5:1 interval run.  Within minutes I knew it would be a different kind of run.  My legs felt sore but I wasn’t in pain.  I successfully ran 4.1 km and my confidence returned.

But today I woke up with pain in my right ankle and terrible shin splints.  It’s not from yesterday’s run – it’s from the one the day before.  It always takes two days to feel the pain.  I suspect tomorrow will be worse.

I had planned on running another 6-7 km on the weekend.

I’m worried I’ve set myself back in my self-imposed 10K training.

Ankle injuries, specifically Achilles tendonitis, can be hard to come back from.

Did I just end my running before it even got started?


Sunday Run.

I took a two-day rest after my first run with the cleats.  All of my lower leg muscles (the “stabilizers”) were on fire and I knew I should rest.  I few doses of Advil helped a lot and this morning I set out for my self-imposed “easy, steady 30 min run”.

As often happens, the distance/time that I intend on running is not what actually happens, for better or worse.

Today it was for the better.  It was starting to snow a little bit so I put the cleats on and set out.  After the first few minutes I knew that my legs felt stronger already; I felt steadier on the cleats this time.

Ten minutes into the run I started flirting with the idea of going longer, going further.  My route had some traffic lights, so I had to stop a few times and stretched the legs.  Thirty minutes of running turned into thirty-five, then forty.  I had a distance in mind and my legs (and lungs) seemed to tell me I could do it.  I had a little bit of soreness in both ankles and in the soleus muscles but I pushed through.

How far did I go?