I (re)downloaded Twitter and Instagram today. Not because I have the urge to share even more of my life than what I already do blogging, but because of a faulty gift. Joe brought me a Magic Bean Can by Tiger Stores. After unsuccessfully searching for an email, I took to Twitter because who wants their company publicly slated? In this day and age, we are all too aware of how social media can not only enhance but manipulate public image.
Well, my Magic Bean Can (the size of a small, hotel-sized soda can) was tipped onto the desk (only a little dust went on Joe’s study books) and the hunt was on for my magic bean. Carefully sifting through the gold-leaf-look-a-like soil and anticipation high, I was searching for my little bean with a heart shape motive. My heart sank when I used a teaspoon to put the soil, bit by bit, back into the 250ml can and I hadn’t found my bean.
Why wasn’t it there? I wanted to know. The instructions said to empty contents, repack, push bean 1cm into soil and water every 3 days. But how could magic grow without my bean!? So, I took to Twitter to find out! 1hour later and they want my address to send me my magic bean!
I tried a very slow jog on the treadmill for 3 minutes to test my shin splints. I didn’t last 2 and I could honestly cry out of desperation to get back into power-gear-go! So before breakfast, I treated myself ice cubes wrapped in a towel. Very chilly!
I went to Run for It yesterday to ask about treatments. I felt embarrassed explaining that I might have pushed too fast too quickly (but I was enjoying it)! I saved face by saying I’m icing, stretching, cross training and foam rolling every day. They only had Skinz shin compressors, but I’ve also been recommended by Alan another, bulkier wrap, which helped for him. I’m not convinced. I know I need total rest from running just now, but are these things not preventers rather than treatment? They’re too pricey if they’re not going to help.
Crazy, fluffy and unclaspable from Body Pump last night. It was a quick shower because we were going out so I decided to leave washing my hair to today. Big mistake. Not even dry shampoo can thwart it from becoming ever more uncontrollable.
If you have ever had shin splints, then I need not explain the earth shattering pain that they cause. Twice I have iced both shins for 15minutes each which sends, without fail, a dull and numbing freeze throughout my lower legs.
When training for my half marathon in 2013 I caught my first, and I had hoped only, batch of shin splints and today I vouch to recognise my mistakes from last time. Which is why I was balancing running with body pump, to strengthen my legs. Alas, fate decided otherwise, or maybe I just got carried away, and crippling pain and fractured bones have indeed returned. Nice. So I’m doing everything they say to help healing and have turned to rely on the spin bike for this week until I recover. Maybe I should hire a masseuse and relish in the benefits of reducing DOMS?
As mentioned, I now take to the spin bike to fulfil my daily fix. I love road cycling and am excited for when the weather picks up so I can take to the road for 50+ mile rides. Jeer if you wish, but I am a seasonal rider and have no wish to balance on top of two very thin wheels on an immaculate bike when the meandering and wild aberdeenshire roads are glistened with ice and snow.
So today I was spinning a mis of stick hills and HIIT for 55 minutes followed by a quick 15 minutes abs workout. I was starving by the end of it!
Dance Like Nobody’s Watching
Something I like to do when I’m alone, and yes that includes being in the car.
Promise me that you will pick at least one song and dance like nobody’s watching. I’ve selected a few of my faves:
1. Wrapped Up, Olly Murs
2. Bang Bang, Jessie J, Ariana Grande & Nicki Minaj
3. Uptown Funk, Mark Ronson
4. Lips Are Movin, Meghan Trainor
Brush and hairdryer is hand, I tackled the mane and coerced it into the socially acceptable some up some down.
True to form, after a weekend filled with Joe studying, he’s on Night Shift until Friday morning in the Intensive Care Unit negates a whopping 13 hour shift of making decisions that will keep patients alive. He’s manage to text once already, a quick hello to check in with me after the gym, saying that tonight will be busy.
I received a long awaited parcel in the post recently; The Nuer by E. E. Evans Pritchard. I first ‘met’ the Nuer during my undergraduate degree in Social Anthropology at the University of St. Andrews and I’ve been dying to get my inquisitive hands on the ethnography. I’m suspicious that it’s no longer being published, but it’s a must for any SocAnth student, and my copy has come from J. Evans of UCL. VERY exciting. I’ve no idea who he (she) is, but I love the idea of a book having a life history. Who loved it before I do? Did they carry it everywhere, was it studied, read in the morning and at night?
The Nuer fascinate me in particular because of the interconnection between ecology and their culture is fascinating (they were cattle pastoralists, influence high sneaked into their labels for humans!) and then they were somewhat more resistant to British dominance than other people’s. The British needed Evans Pritchard to help them understand and thus gain control over this reluctant group, and his ethnography reads explicitly for that purpose.
I had a great Body Pump tonight! True to my promise, I promised myself to cross train and so pushed myself hard with the weights tonight. It was a different instructor than usual, which was a pity because I really like Monday night’s instructor!!
But I broke my promise. Knowing Joe wouldn’t be waiting for me at home, I thought I’d give the treadmill a try. Silly, I know. I think I shattered my shins. I was going to stop at 10 minutes, but I was distracted by the football on the telly, so decided I’d stop at 15 minutes, but by then, I thought I might as well keep going. I did refrain from bumping up the speed every few minutes, so totalled a 3.54km run in 20 minutes.
Wanting to keep the silky smoothness from yesterday’s date, I didn’t wash it until after the gym. Rather it’s been tied up all day! Not bad.
Technically, we are on Day11 in UK time as its past midnight, but we are home late after visiting Loki with friends. LOL is the charming little grump miniature poodle I was looking after yesterday. Whatta’guy!
I’ll keep it short. Yesterday I mentioned that Day7 didn’t upload, which is a shame. I had excused myself for missing running and writing on Day6 because I was tired and it’s important for me to rest when needed. But I feel it was a heart felt post about being the partner of a doctor as this week snd indeed weekend have somewhat epitomised the loneliness that comes with living with a doctor. I plan to share my experience with you tomorrow.
Another 20 minute treadmill tempo run today (I’m really enjoying them!) and although I sustained a faster pace for substantial time, I hit the 3.65km mark again. I come off the treadmill with sweat dripping from my elbows and face, my body feeling fatigued but strong and my mind alert. Keeping so many environmental factors the same gives me a good grounding to push myself. But this fast increase and intense pushing has blessed me with the onslaught of shin splints.
Have you had shin splints? They’re agonising. I can feel every shattered muscle fibre even when I walk. I’ve had them once before but I thought it was just my legs telling me they weren’t strong, so I pushed through until it was a real struggle to move. That’s when I looked up what could be happening and learned. So, for the next week, if not longer, I’ll cross train using body pump, spin or cycling. I think I’ll ice my shins tomorrow to ease inflammation. I’d love to hear if you know how to treat shin splints? Have you tried compression wear? Does it work?
As we were visiting friends this evening, I decided to unwind the hair straighteners and tame the mane! (It is a Saturday after all!)