Well, on the run front, EPIC FAIL.
I went out for "a few miles" (translation, mom: no I don't know how far I'm running, and no I don't know when I'll be back. I know that's not helpful to you, nor does it make for good conversation, but this is a test run to see how my legs are.) and realized after a scant half-mile that there was no way I should be doing anything other than icing, stretching, and resting. The damp and the chill doesn't help, either. Seriously? Legs? On fire. On. Fire.
The good news is, it was a sort of dispersed generalized pain all around the lower shin and calf, in a "sock" shape feeling.....which means it's soft tissue. Which means it's all about the stretching and the ibuprofen, and not about the bone.
The crappy news is, it hurt like he!!.
However, I have to say that this was definitely a case of right injury, right place, right time: on my way through town feeling defeated, I passed a local bakery just as a rather old man slipped off the wet curb and fell down in the parking lot. His wife was ahead of him and unaware--especially since as he's lying there in a puddle on the asphalt, he's hitting the remote unlock button so she doesn't have to stand out in the rain. Um, how about instead of making sure your wife doesn't get wet you do something like yell, "Help! I fell down and am lying in a puddle on the ground and can't seem to get my feet back under me!" Nope, not this guy.
Needless to say, I slammed on my brakes and went over to help him. His wife came rushing over when she realised what had happened, but we couldn't get him on his feet until a third woman (who also came to a screeching halt on the side of Route 12) came up and had him lean forward onto her. She was a bit more sturdy than either his wife or I....we were having no luck with this very tall man.
He seems ok, wouldn't let us call anyone, wouldn't let his wife drive....but was still sitting in his minivan in the parking lot getting his bearings when I finally left.
Yeah, I'm still not enjoying the tight tendons and ligaments, but if I had to curtail a run, this was certainly the one I'm glad I didn't run!
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.