Fortunately, along with that diagnosis came some medication. UNfortunately, I was also told I'm probably going to be hacking away for the next week, at least. Just what a runner wants to hear. I need to breathe, people. It's one of very few required items on the runners checklist - working lungs!
This morning, the day dawned unseasonably warmly, and I just couldn't take it anymore. After I dropped the kids off at school, I went for a walk. After a mile, I turned around to head home and told myself I'd just run as far as I could. If I made it a mile, great - I'd be home. If not, that's fine, too. No pressure.
.73 miles later (but who's counting) I had to stop to have a coughing fit. It was not pleasant. I decided to walk the rest of the way home and not push my luck. It was totally worth it, though. That not-quite-a-mile was the most fun I've had in over two weeks. It was also on the speedy side (at least for this slow old lady). The pace probably contributed to the coughing, but I couldn't slow down - felt too darn good to move!
Since I record my runs rather religiously, I put my piddly .73 miles into my log at Running Ahead and the measly 3 endorphins that were "high" after my short run were immediately shot down upon seeing my Goal Tracker. "You are 28.5 mi behind the Pace Bunny." Thanks for nothing, pace bunny.
I've never had rabbit stew. I'm considering it now. Thoughts?