When it comes to picking battles in real life, I'm a pro. I know what's important to me, and for the most part I know when to let things roll off my back and when to pick up a sword and start slaying dragons.
|I posted this to FB in one of my running groups after Day 15 of the streak. (Can you catch the typo?)|
|Here's the face of someone who doesn't know when to quit: the day after that post, I hopped on a treadmill anyway.|
|Foam rolling and sleeping in my compression socks seemed to help a bit.|
|Day 17: Today I tried my luck in another pair of shoes, but nothing much changed there.|
The threat of injury should easily outweigh anything else, but it's hard to take shin splints seriously. Plus, I tried to take yesterday and today off and was so grumpy and fidgety that I had to get to the gym. And once there, I had to run! The rowing machine, the elliptical...yeah, I spent time on those, but in the end I needed to pound out a couple miles before I felt satisfied. Nothing makes me happier than a run.
I know what the seasoned runners will say. I know, as a relatively experienced (if not average) runner, what I should do. But I felt transcendent running through my pain today, telling it to shut up, take a back seat, and let me do my thing. In a way, I think this is something I need because it will teach me not to back down at the first sign of discomfort, and I know when I'm doing 16 or 18 miles during training, I'm going to need to know how to push through some pain.
|All the treadmill shots lately can be explained by this.|
On a more cheery note, I'm currently designing my first running tattoo. I've decided to reward myself post-streak (however long it ends up being). I told my parents about it last week, and then received this email from my mom after she had shared the news with my grandparents.
|Either Grandma is a master guilt-tripper, or the sweetest lady ever.|
What are your thoughts on running through discomfort?
How do you decide when enough is enough?
Do you have any running-related body art?