So today started out like any typical gym day usually does for me. I was ignored by the snotty front desk lady, the locker room was over-run with naked crazy women who could at least put on a bra or underwear before standing there and brushing their hair, and the vacuum dude was out in full force (although NOT on the track).
I started out my planned 4-mile run with about 10 solid minutes of stretching and stretching, and more stretching. I saw my sports chiro this morning so I was a bit more sore than usual, but still feeling pretty dang strong. That was until I stepped out on the track. INSTANT PAIN in the right shin. I kept telling myself that it’s because I’m running on a flat and super hard surface. My track runs are becoming more and more difficult. I find that my ankle crud and shin stuff flare up something awful when I’m on there. But I kept going forward. It just didn’t stop.
I was getting very very frustrated and discouraged. After every single mile, I stopped and massaged the tibia and the area around it. It was most definitely tender and not a place I’ve ever had any pain before, so this was completely unexpected. 4 miles of running, grimacing, stopping to stretch and massage and I was emotionally spent by the time I was done.
But here’s the best part…
So about 1.5 miles in, this cleaner guy (who I think is the supervisor), scoots this desk chair and bucket straight up onto the track and starts taking a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser to some marks on the wall. Um…really?? So not only was I just not feeling good, I had to dodge the rolling desk chair and bucket of water as I came around the back BLIND CORNER every time.
I let it go, though. No use working myself up in a tizzy when I had a shin to worry about.
I got done running, was ready to rip my tibia straight up out of my leg, stomp on it, “teach it who is boss” and then shove it back in (if I was the Incredible Hulk), when he speaks to me. The cleaner guy. He says “You’re a really good runner. You’re very light on your feet. Your gait looks really good; almost perfect.”
I came to a screeching halt.
I said SAY WHAT?!?!?
I thanked him repeatedly and he continued by saying “Seriously. We don’t see runners like you around here often. Keep up the good work.”
I was in loads of weird shooting pain, I felt like poop, I was tired, and dude said I’m a “good runner.”
Regardless of what had just gone down in the last 38 minutes with me? That man just made it all worth it.
And he was doing a fabulous job of getting the scuff marks off the walls. I wish he’d come to my house and do the same.
So there ya go. A gym annoyance turned out to be a really good thing in the end and I was actually thankful for his act of kindness today.
And for what it’s worth? I’m icing the living heck outta my shin at the moment and wrapping it up. Still throbbing!! AHH! So weird! I refuse to let this bother me. That is all.