Yeah, it's nearly summer and I'm finally getting back into exercising again. After experiencing significant setbacks while learning to run (can you say pneumonia and bronchitis?) I've decided to try again. Yes - I'm determined to do this.
So, I started again on Sunday morning without any trouble. I warmed up with a 5 minute walk, then alternated 1 minute run/jog and 90 seconds of walking for 20 minutes, with a 5 minute walking cool-down - for a total of 30 minutes. By the end, I was definitely feeling winded, but I survived. I was proud of myself for maintaining a fairly steady pace...I went the same distance in the neighorhood (with all those pesky hills) as I had gone before when I was on a treadmill inside.
I felt great afterwards and I was looking forward to my next run (it makes me feel better to call it a run...even though I know I'm using that term rather loosely). I woke up early on Tuesday morning to discover it was pouring rain. Nah, not going to go running in the dark & the rain. By the time I got home last night, the rain had stopped, so I ran shortly before dinner. Only, I wasn't nearly as successful. Nope, not hardly. I was only able to make it about halfway through my run. At around 15 minutes, I had to walk because my lungs just wouldn't cooperate.
I'm still waging an internal fight against asthma. I had it as a child and I had convinced myself that I outgrew it. Of course, it was usually exercise induced and for years I didn't really exercise. Hmmm. Maybe it wasn't so much outgrowing as avoiding. Anyway, looks like I just need to accept it and deal with it. So much easier said than done. Guess I'll be taking that pesky inhaler with me.
But, tomorrow is another day. I hope to be up super early so I can have a nice, quiet, dry run. Even better, I hope it lasts the full 30 minutes.