Runner in Crisis

So perhaps I cursed myself by taking such pride in my achievement of running my 4 miles the week before last. After taking a three day hiatus (Friday- I had prior plans and was dead tired, Saturday- I drove to mom & daddy's house, Sunday- drove from mom & daddy's house, watched the Oscars & the lights go off at 1045P which equals no running for me ). The following Monday I stumped on my track like a faith soldier ready to run. I started out with "My President Is Black" by Jay Z pumping on my iPod only to be achingly halted by the excruciating pain of my shin bones feeling like they were going to jump right out of the front of my legs. I had to stop to walk after only a mile and a half. My face was utterly distraught and you know for about a minute I think I caught myself looking around at the surrounding lofts and houses to make sure no one was looking and pointing at me in my defeat. I don't understand what happened, I mean I was kicking some ass prior to this little set back. I wrapped that night with only running about two miles, which true still good but a complete disappoint to the previous record. Tuesday I thought I would get on that horse and try again. I love the feel of the run and under no circumstance was I going to let this bone problem stop me. Ironically I ended up working handling a client late & by the time I arrived at the track the light were off....I went home & worked out on the balance ball, which fabulous in it's own right, but damnit it's not a run!!! Wednesday was the night to regain my confidence, which was sharply sinking and making me want to rejoin my one run a week slacker group (no there's no such group, but had I stopped running I would've created one out of shire irony). This time I started slow, walking the first half mile. My face gleamed as the dead air hit it when I broke into a run only right before my shins caught on FIRE with pain once again. WTF?!?! I stopped after seeing the two and three quarter mile mark...what is wrong with me, or better yet what is wrong with my legs??? Is it a big conspiracy to keep me from running? Thursday became a make or break moment. Despite the 40 something degree weather, I piled on my running pants, thermal, long sleeve shirt, mock fleece sweater, Ranger baseball cap and Nike's to meet the me friend come foe. I was once again triumphant!! I started with a brisk eighth mile walk then began my run. The cold wind chilled my face and froze my hands, but I was in it...I was in the zone. I thought about all the things I normally focus on during a run but couldn't the last few days ago. It was beautiful!!! Friday bought the same glorious resolute. Despite the lights turning off on me midway, it only made me run faster. Saturday naturally bought a longing sense of tiredness and my publicist hat, so I had to attend a show for my friend and PR clients. Sunday involved sleeping, community service (not mandated by the court), cleaning, transporting of the TiVo and working on a project for a client. Tonight may very well be another triumphant moment only if I can make it before the lights begin turning off... I just don't understand what the hell happened those days?? Why were my legs so against me? Please if have any suggestions, please, please, please, please feel free to express them. I realize this is the first time I've actually ran 4 miles in one shot (well actually knowing it anyway), but I've grown to love running. Do you understand the countless number of people I get to make fun of in my head without feeling guilty or how my receipts I'm created for dinners, how many outfits I'm designed, guys I've proclaimed scrubs and my recently how many times I've avoided the temptation of calling one guy? Running has become very serious in my life- it's like having a free therapist!!! I was so bewildered by my situation I had to ask for some advice...so here's my request for help if anyone has any. I will keep you posted on my progress from tonight....thanks for listening friends!!!