I've started jalking again--and my body is trying to cooperate (or at least not to curse at me). I got in four miles yesterday and almost four on Sunday. They weren't pretty, but I'm not hurting as badly as I thought. And bonus: my frozen peas have stayed in my freezer for several days now. What? You eat the peas you freeze? I put them on my shins.
Maybe the shins are finally recovered, and if I take it slow (uh... slower than I was, if that is possible) then maybe I won't hurt myself this time. I'm still pretty sure there's a runner trapped inside me somewhere-- I just have to convince her to come out of hiding.