For most of my life, my asthma hasn’t really impacted my every day life. I wasn’t even diagnosed until I was 17 and at the time it felt like a validation for not putting in any effort in gym class. I finally had a viable reason for every gym teacher who told me I just wasn’t trying hard enough or the overly competitive boy who would yell if they didn’t feel like I was really trying in kick-ball. Come on. It’s kick-ball. It’s really not that serious, I promise.
When I decided to pick up running a few years ago I never expected to really be able to because my doctor always told me that asthma would prevent me from “strenuous cardio activity” and that I should “stick to the elliptical” or if I’m going to run to “do it on a treadmill so I can stop at any time and sit down”. I think we all know by now I’m a go big or go home type of person, so I took that sound medical advice as “Sure Brittany, running a full marathon as your first road race in 89 degree heat is a great idea. Don’t bother to bring an inhaler, you won’t need it”. But some small miracle I didn’t die, and I kept running.
I eventually got a new inhaler and even went for a breathing treatment last year. Since then, I’ve felt great. But over the past couple months, things started flaring up. I told myself it was just the heat, it was a small flare, it would be fine. I finally realized on Tuesday that my inhaler was probably empty (and likely had been for some time) so I went to CVS on Monday to pick up a new one. Oh, what’s that CVS- you’re out of inhalers? Come back tomorrow? Ok, I’ll just go for a run without one.
That run turned out to be another painfully slow 2.5 miles. I left the cemetery frustrated and annoyed. Also confused because I had a stare down with a Bambi while a smaller Bambi wandered around seemingly confused in the background. I went home and asked Jim if a deer would attack a human. It was a logical question because this deer looked at me like I was dinner. I was then informed that this is never a logical question. In case you were wondering- no, a deer will not hurt you (on purpose).
After my near death encounter with the wild beast, I really wanted my next run to be great. So last night I picked up my inhaler, hit the gym, took two puffs and went out to the treadmill determined to kick some ass. And you know what- it’s exactly what I did! I ran a 5K with a negative split and averaged at MPG. BOOM!
I started off telling myself that one dose of an inhaler may not make the world of difference I was hoping it would, but to just see how I felt a mile in. I hit the mile mark and I felt just as good as when I had started. I thought, let’s pick it up! I pushed up to 6.2 and next thing I knew, I was drenched in sweat and hitting the 2 mile mark. I had to stop for a second around 2.4 to fix my shoe, but I’m pretending that didn’t happen. I crossed the 5K finish line on the treadmill screen stronger than I’ve felt in a long, long time. Yes, it was only a 5K. But it’s a 5K that felt strong, which is exactly what I need 6 weeks out from Newport (eep. )
I went home and rewarded myself with breakfast for dinner in the form of an eggbeater spinach and cheese omlette and (white!) toast. Every once in a while I eat a piece of white toast and remember just how delicious it really it. Terrible, but delicious.
Did you kick any workouts butt lately? Was it the best feeling ever?