Doesn't like me. I'm not sure what I ever did to it to make it feel this way. I never treated it any differently than my right shin. Never showed it any less affection. In fact, I baby it. If it wants rest, I give it rest. If it wants to be massaged, I massage it. And what do I get for all that love and attention? Nothing but grief, that's what. "Enough!" No more indulgent parent. It's time for it to get its act together. So recently, instead of babying it, I've sent it off to boot camp. 30 minutes a day of hard-core shin and ankle work with the band, followed by another 20 minutes a day of wretched hip exercises with the band. Plus lots of unpleasant core exercises. Taken as a whole, these exercises suck. But the shin is going to submit. Or else. "Or else what?" you may ask. Well, as any parent knows, the answer is: "Or else" [stated in a more threatening tone].