Holy shin splints, Batman!
Seriously. The shin splints? Makes running a beatch. Each step -- pound, pound, pound -- on the sidewalk -- pound, pound, pound -- on my bones. My boss, who is a big time runner, says I need to invest in better (read more $$$$) shoes. Maybe I can convince him to give me a raise??
I have to say, I am officially the dorkiest looking runner out there. I got some of those giant ear phones I've been gritching about. The wire is half the size of my ipod and if I let it, drapes down to my knees. I ran it under my shirt and tried to tuck some of it in my pants, giving myself a creepy wiry bulge on my hip. The good news for my waistline is that my jogging pants which fit before are loosening up a tad. Bad news is that I kept having to hike them back up, dislodging the headphones wire. I almost bought one of those arm things to hold my ipod, but the head phones were pricey enough do I didn't. I'm still running with the ipod in one hand and my key in the other (dear jogging pants corporations -- they're called pockets, please provide some).
Thanks to everyone who sent song selections. I need more ideas though (because, frankly, some of the songs were not me -- I just can't run to country no matter how much it rocks). Happy songs are better than angry songs, and dorky songs are even more better. I just have to remember not to sing them out loud. Which is challenging for me.