Our RFW group met at Fleet Feet again last night. I went in a little early to see if they’d stocked up on clothes in ‘real girl sizes,’ since my last several visits have not been productive. During those visits, I put one leg and/or arm into some of the on-the-rack items, just to see what it might feel like if I were to actually be able to comfortably fit into any of them during my lifespan. With that, I can imagine it would be nice to be able to be active in clothing designed for the active lifestyle. Currently, I’m active in clothing designed for a lifestyle of living room lounging.
I did find some items and came close to purchasing. But I’m holding out for something…better. I don’t know what it is, but I’m hoping I’ll know it when it fits. Like the famous glass slipper. Except, I guess they knew what that was. It was probably pretty obvious it was a slipper. Actually, not so much to me. Why was it called a “slipper?” Looked like a real shoe to me. Slippers are things in which you slop around the house. Why, I wouldn’t wear my slippers to Wal-Mart, much less an elegant ball. Not even my very best moccasins. And I have some fine moccasins.
Again, I digress.
While I was at Fleet Feet, I had a pre-session session with one of the physical therapy / sales people there. We went over some possible reasons and remedies for my annoying shin splints. He swapped out the inserts in my shoes, not promising they were the culprit, but thinking it may offer a bit of relief. Maybe.
He also had me go through a series of different motions and stretches to see where, if at all, one part of my body might be out of alignment with another. Being off-center just sounds bad to me. After the stretches, we went to work with the Trigger Point products again. I stretched my legs over the roller thing and vigorously massaged my shins with the ball thing. I also added a healthy dose of Biofreeze to the shins, not wanting to leave anything to chance.
I forced myself to run even slower than usual. I managed to find a pace which was akin to reverse for most folks. It seemed to work for me, so I stuck with it. I continued throughout the night and was able to complete all of the intervals without walking during the running portions. That, to me, is improvement. My shins were not entirely happy, but they didn’t seem to get so angry with me that I wanted to just jump into Putah Creek and drown my shin-sorrows while the inhabiting ducks swam gingerly by, wondering why I’ve so disrupted their peace.
Upon returning to the store, I broke down and purchased the Trigger Point Massage Ball. I put it to use immediately after I arrived home from the class. It hurt, so I knew I was doing it correctly. Time will tell, I guess, if it actually works.