Shin Splints II

I went for a short jog on Thursday and appear to still be injured. I'm not big, but I'm large--big hands, big feet, and barring family reunions I'm generally the tallest guy in the room. I also seem to be finally and at long last developing the coveted Schreiber Buddha, a glorious expanse of belly which adds a substantial amount of mass to my frame in what can only be described as the least impressive way possible. The point is, I'm svelte, but it's a large expanse of svelte that adds up to a non-trivial amount of weight for my little bird legs to support, and as such I seem to be extremely susceptible to shin splints. I always get them when I start running, but it's pretty bad this time because I'm stupid and went for my first run in months on a hilly concrete covered campus. I was actually feeling better, but I miraculously seem to have aggravated things on a leisurely walk around a level dirt path with Lizett at Zilker Park yesterday. Which is nice. There were lots of dogs, and we saw some chick get in a brawl with a swan. I like bacon.