I struggled with these too - turns out I had the wrong type of trainers on, they were really comfy but when I got my gait analysed, they weren't supporting my feet and ankles properly at all. Also, I had really really weak glute muscles, so had to do a bit of work on those (lunges, squats etc) along with icing the shins and doing lots of stretching. One other thing, although it's painful, use a rolling pin and roll your calf muscles and the fleshy muscly bit on the front of your shins (sort of on the outside of your leg, if you get what I mean) for about 30 seconds per leg. I did this on the advice of my physio and it really worked.
Finally, try running on grass for a while, its more forgiving than pavements. Hope you get it sorted out.
One other thing - on the what to wear front - I found that if I was feeling self conscious all I had to do was think 'well at least I'm out here doing something and I don't care what anyone thinks' - that seemed to work for me.
Also, if you look carefully at a group of runners (watching london or any other marathon, for example) then you will see that not everyone is thin. Some people are really quite sizeable - and they're running a marathon!!! Took me ages to get my head around the fact that fit does not necessarily equate to thin.
Have you tried doing some strengthening exercises to build up your joints? These are very helpful as they tend to help guard against niggly injuries. You could also try some pilates to build up your core.
I also notice your outlook seems to be very negative - you should maybe work on that a bit too, try to be more positive and maybe, without being rude, man up a bit?
Not sure really, I haven't given it that much thought. I'm not religious, so don't have a faith to fall back on or believe in. Not sure if I'm scared or not really and the only thing I'd like to hope is that it's quick and not painful.
Nope - once a cheater always a cheater, so if OH did have an affair I'd be forced to kick him out along with his mountain of goretex, all slashed of course, and I'd have to break or sell his (beloved) bike!
There's nothing like a woman scorned..................