Yesterday was a four mile run. I thought that I could do this. I actually knew I could. I told my husband I had to do it regardless of how I felt. That is what I did. I felt like doggie doo, but I wasn't feeling too good sitting around gaining weight either. Of the two alternatives, I would rather run and feel like doggie doo, than to sit around and feel like doggie doo.
I laced up my running shoes at around 7:30 pm, gathered my family together, and off we went. I pushed the toddler in the jogger for 2/3 mile, then handed her off to my husband, jumped on the trail after running a mile, and did the next three miles. Those four miles took me 46.5 minutes, but I did them. This was really the first exercise I had done all week. I felt it almost every step I took. Lungs burning, sweat pouring, the coughing, but it was done.
At the end of the run, as I coughed up what might be a complete lung, I felt good. I felt satisfied that I got out there and ran. I felt good that my children got to play at the playground again while I ran. I felt good that my toddler finally got out of the house to play. I felt bad for her that she had been pretty much locked up in the house. She loves getting outside.
This next week is going to be a hard one. The long run on Saturday is ten miles. I will be able to get it done. I just need to remember to use my inhaler before I leave the house. I think that might have helped a lot yesterday!
My fitbit friends that follow my progress, you will actually see some decent numbers :) I am ready to log those steps again! Those who are not following me on fitbit yet and want to be my friend, here is my info http://www.fitbit.com/user/23V2D5.
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