I didn’t really run today. I knew the day would come when I got up and said, “I don’t feel like running.” Today was that day.
But this isn’t about today. This is about Week 1, Day 3, which was Saturday. And I ran on Saturday. In between rainstorms.
On Friday I had an appointment with my allergist to see if I had asthma and needed an inhaler. But there was mad confusion and miscommunication and it solved nothing, but I got a sample inhaler and a peak flow measurer thingy and another appointment on Monday where hopefully they would do things right this time, dammit. So on Saturday I ran 4 blocks farther than I did on Day 2. Still alternating walking + running. And I did my peak flows before and after I ran and they were the same. Also I was less out of breath this time.
That’s when I started to think that maybe I was just being a hypochondriac. I justify it by saying that I was just being cautious, that I didn’t want to be pushing my body forward into something it’s not built to handle.
But, er, it is. I’m just out of shape.
