Hopes for a long run turned into a 4-mile walk/run. My shin is still weird. I don't think it's injured, but everything about it says imminent injury.
So, that's it for my PR hopes for the year. Every time I push a little, my body says, "Screw you, asshole. You never learn." I've run out of time to improve for my key fall races. I'll be running for PF (pure fun), which is probably better than a PR.
It's been a long time since I've had fun running. I've managed to turn something I used to enjoy into a stressful slog. I have a stomach ache every morning when I get up and think about running. It makes no sense.
It's not the end of the world. I'll still get a couple of t-shirts, and I hope to win the turkey raffle this year at the Turkey Trot. I don't really like turkey, but I like the idea of winning one. I only wish it were a live turkey. It could reside in the backyard.
On Sunday, I noticed my shin was hurting on the treadmill. But, when I ran barefoot, I felt better. Today, I thought I'd recreate the experiment. On the way home from the trail, I stopped in the park where there is a clover-filled stretch of grass. I took off my shoes and ran back and forth on that strip for half a mile.
My feet felt light and the grass was cool and soft. My shin was fine.