Ouch

I have begun attempting to correct my running stride. When walking I tend to plod about rather duck-footed. This no doubt detracts from my posture while galloping. I am also in the habit of clomping down heel-toe. Such movement results in shin-splints and negligible development of my gastrocneimus, tibalis anterior, and soleus (the calf muscles, or so an anatomy-savvy aquaintance would have me believe.)
And thus, during two consecutive nights of running I have worked on longer, lighter strides, landing, as the Tarahumara advocate, on the balls of my feet.
I must admit I feel the potential power such a shift in ergonomics promises. Still, my legs feel as though they've been punctured by blunt knives. I stumbled and nearly fell whilst mounting my front steps -- no foolin'. And I cursed myself on the choice of second-story unit as I ascended the fifteen stairs to my apartment.
I anticipate spending the next few days hobbling about like Tiny Tim (the Dickens character, not the tip-toeing through the tulips ukulele virtuoso, if there was any ambiguity.)

Also, OUCH because I was under the impression that no one visits this any more. I return from my five-month hiatus with some deeply emotional introspection, assuming that it would go unnoticed. Much to my chagrin the post has garnered fifteen views! That's a lot for me. And all in one day! Is there some vast audience of which I was unaware? Or is one person just re-reading this? You know who you are. Call me later.
Anyway, how about a heads-up, people?
Who's out there?