This past Sunday, I got it into my head that I needed to walk the kids until they were so tired they could barely move, you know so I could study in peace without Aidan running in every few minutes begging to use the iPhone and play his crazy animal and dragon apps. So we walked, and walked, and walked, a total of 6.5 miles and a trip to the local library, grocery store and IHOP, because half way through the walk (we still had to return home) the kids were starved.
The whole time, the littlest, Aidan, complained every ten feet that his ankle was broken. He had to stop all the time and complain that his foot may fall off, mostly because he really didn't want to be walking...that is, until we arrive at the playground, where he was miraculously healed until we left again for the trek home. Timmy and Maddie were real troopers and just kept going, and going, like the energizer bunny.
When I took the PT test, six months after Madison was born, I felt these god-awful pains in my legs. I didn't finish the test, I ran about 1.5 miles and stopped, which is a no-no. My supervisor had Matt (who was as always, cheering me on and trying to pace me to beat the time I needed to, always the fabulously encouraging hubby) take me to the ER, so they could find out if anything was wrong with me--so he didn't have to count the test as a failure.
It was the last PT test I would ever take. I didn't just have average shin splints as I thought, I had stress fractures from hip to toe. Literally, the doctors all came in as a team and told me, had I run a mere 100 yards more, I would have shattered both legs, as it was, I would never run again. I would not even be allowed to do the 'walk' PT test, I would only be allowed to swim. My career was over in the Army--although I was in for another two years.
Flash forward to the walk with Aidan's broken foot. After the walk, my legs cramped up a bit. I figured I just needed to work it out. So I went to training yesterday.
Oh sweet Jesus, so much pain. I did the hour with Average Joe, in constant pain, and then took an hour off to do the elliptical, refreshed. The leg day had me moving like I was 90, it took 33 minutes on the elliptical for my legs to 'loosen up' so I could bare to get through the measly 5 miles and 60 minutes.
That's a 12.5 minute mile in case you're counting.
I went home and got in the bath -- I couldn't bear to stand up for the shower.
Suddenly, as I lay in bed, both legs elevated, I have been in this position before, about 11 years ago. Shin splints, ripping apart my muscles and slapping against my bones, causing minor stress fractures.
Back to "Downton Abbey" and insults that have class.