I gave myself a couple weeks after Muncie before running again. It was nice to just hang out, not have any training regimen. So one Saturday afternoon, Meg had a wedding to work; B had a birthday party; and Greg was cutting grass. I figured it was the perfect time to hop on the treadmill and enjoy a nice little Robin-time by squeezing in a quick 3-miler.
Just like that, the treadmill spit me off, wedging me between the treadmill and the wall. My shins looked like a sanding belt attacked.
Won't be running for a few weeks now....lost all layers of skin and damaged the underlying tissue. Crap!