Medical professionals are the worst at seeking medical attention; I'm no exception. I have been dealing with Bronchitis for over a week. I put myself on an antibiotic; no change. One of the pulmonologist at work insisted that I see him in his office. Friday, I went to see him. Tests showed possibility of Asthma. "I don't have Asthma. I should know. I don't wheeze and I can run without any problems", I tell him. I humored the doctor and took the inhalers and script for another antibiotic. To my own surprise, I followed his directions. I started to notice that my cough was improving; the meds were working. Monday, I secretly hit the road for a run. I couldn't stand it any longer. I wasn't having fever and was on meds so why not. He had given me an inhaler to use before my runs. Once again, I humored him by using it before my run. A mile into my run I noticed that my breathing was different; I wasn't struggling to catch my breath. I was running faster than my usual pace. I had a revelation! I realized that my frustration of not being able to increase my speed has had nothing to do with leg strength. It has solely been related to my inability to breath, AKA - Asthma. So I say to myself, "this could have been a fluke. Have to prove to myself that the inhaler made a difference". Next day, use the inhaler again; same result. I think this story is just beginning.
My run was awesome. I felt stronger and my breathing was great. I only ran 3 miles but enjoyed it immensely. It was 54 degrees, no wind and dark out. I am really enjoying running at night. I can get lost in my own world much easier; pay no attention to what is going on around me (besides watching out for cars). Two songs emotionally stirred me: Kid Rock - All Summer Long and Human League - Human.
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