I woke up yesterday with no pain at all, so decided to run a slow 6 miles. Ignoring the temptation to look at my HR watch every so often, I just focused on the run. I felt stiff from the waist down at first, but a mile into the run, felt well enough to stretch the run to 8 miles.
This morning, I bravely undertook a 14-mile long run in 30 degree temperature. There was a layer of frost on every surface and a few miles into the run, I took a rest room break and discovered that my hair and headband were covered with frost as well.
For most of my life, I have lived in places where you tend to sweat profusely, year-round. I think my body has done a pretty good job so far, of adjusting to the cold NJ winter temperatures. The only problem is my freezing hands. By Mile 6, I had to exchange my running gloves for ski gloves. Even with the ski gloves, my fingers felt like tree-stumps when I took out my cell phone to call DH. DH had to open the gatorade and water bottles for me...my fingers felt numb and lifeless.
I was feeling really good...at my usual pace, about 10:30 a mile. I was well into the 12th mile when my shin started hurting. The pain was on the shin bone, right above the ankle. Darn! I was able to alter my running style to minimize the pain and completed the run at a much slower pace. But, the prospect of shin splits worries me. I have heard horror stories on how painful they can be. I wonder if these little injuries are signs of my body screaming overuse. I don't understand...I have been taking care to follow the 10% rule (increasing mileage by not more than 10% per week). When I was training for the marathon, my regular mileage was 30-40 mpw...and the maximum weekly mileage I have done these last few weeks without succumbing to injury has been 39 miles.
The pain stopped a few minutes after the run. I will try to RICE and hope for the best!
On the chocolate fix front: I promised myself a piece of Belgian chocolate before bed if I was a good girl all day yesterday. I did well...I did not touch any, though I had been eyeing little Ramses all day (he was a praline...caramelised sugar and roasted, ground hazelnuts/ almonds, ummm...this is torture!)...well, last night, he became history.