A Blessed Curse
This post is about me. ME. (How often does that happen??)
Anyways, for most of my life I've been very health-conscious and have tried to be athletic, but failed miserably. I can't aim. I can't throw a frisbee without killing random squirrels. And I get easily winded, no matter how long I've been exercising. Even though I HATE running, I've always been slightly jealous of those people who can run for miles. It always seemed like that would be the ultimate sense of accomplishment.
Our Stake is putting on a 5K run in mid-September. It's something I want to do, so when a friend of mine offered to go run the route for practice, I took her up on it.
I about died.
After just 10 minutes I felt nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. We kept going, though, and ended up finishing the 5K in 1 hour and 8 minutes. (Oh, and did I mention that my friend is 4 months pregnant?? I thought the odds would be in my favor...) She hadn't even broken a sweat and I could hardly buckle my seat belt to drive home. And then I started coughing and coughing. For 20 minutes. Aiden in the backseat kept saying, "You K, Mom?" It was bad. That's when I figured that this stunk royally and I had to get it checked out.
So I did. Turns out I have asthma.
Yesterday I ran the same route with my friend and I finished in 35 minutes. WOOHOO!!!! Every time I take a puff of my inhaler, I feel like my superwoman powers have returned! I am so excited to have asthma!!!! How nerdy is that?!? I just figured that I was always in constant bad-shape, even though I'd try like the dickins to be healthy. But now I am completely justified and love this feeling of freedom. I may have horrible aim still, but at least I can run in a straight line.
Ahhh, oh sweet Oxygen. How I love you.
Anyways, for most of my life I've been very health-conscious and have tried to be athletic, but failed miserably. I can't aim. I can't throw a frisbee without killing random squirrels. And I get easily winded, no matter how long I've been exercising. Even though I HATE running, I've always been slightly jealous of those people who can run for miles. It always seemed like that would be the ultimate sense of accomplishment.
Our Stake is putting on a 5K run in mid-September. It's something I want to do, so when a friend of mine offered to go run the route for practice, I took her up on it.
I about died.
After just 10 minutes I felt nauseous and felt like I was going to pass out. We kept going, though, and ended up finishing the 5K in 1 hour and 8 minutes. (Oh, and did I mention that my friend is 4 months pregnant?? I thought the odds would be in my favor...) She hadn't even broken a sweat and I could hardly buckle my seat belt to drive home. And then I started coughing and coughing. For 20 minutes. Aiden in the backseat kept saying, "You K, Mom?" It was bad. That's when I figured that this stunk royally and I had to get it checked out.
So I did. Turns out I have asthma.
Yesterday I ran the same route with my friend and I finished in 35 minutes. WOOHOO!!!! Every time I take a puff of my inhaler, I feel like my superwoman powers have returned! I am so excited to have asthma!!!! How nerdy is that?!? I just figured that I was always in constant bad-shape, even though I'd try like the dickins to be healthy. But now I am completely justified and love this feeling of freedom. I may have horrible aim still, but at least I can run in a straight line.
Ahhh, oh sweet Oxygen. How I love you.
Comments
Glad you're able to run!!