Fuck you, asthma

Week 2, run 1. I went for the 1.5min run, 2min walk. As soon as I started the first run, the wheeze started. I kept up until run segment 5/6 . At that point I told the others that I wouldn't be doing run 6 with them and they should go ahead. It was too much to manage through breathing; the asthma doesn't usually bother me at all but in the back of my mind is the knowledge that the beast is not to be messed with. I called this blog the Big Wheeze as some dark humour but I do have to be careful of it. When you're working to make your body a better machine, you need everything to cooperate and you certainly don't need some bastard disease making it hard to breathe. After run 5, I kept walking for about 3.5 minutes then the breathing clamed down enough to let me have a pop at run 6, and I did 1 minute. I am happy that I did that.

On the bright side, no shin pain today, just plasantly tired legs. Mark, who used to run millions of miles for fun, thought I was striding too short, so I tried not to and it seemed to work. Also by the time I got home I felt positively bouncy. Must be those endorphins I've been reading about.

My workplace is an odd one. It's half full of young/ish men who like sports and fitness challenges. Then there are the others - the non-sporties, either by nature or by illness. Very much in the second category, I do find the sporties a little bit inspiring, and insane. But now it's common knowledge that Kirsty and I are doing this thing, we seem to be inspiring some other non-sporties. Hence Mark running with us, knee-supports and all, and Laura running, but not with us. She went straight for seeing if she can run 20 minutes 3 times a week. I wish her nothing but luck with that but I am sceptical. All the signs and the sporties and the internet point to starting slowly, as I am doing. It will be interesting to see how that works out.

So.. tangent. I need to get my ass to the doctors asap. I don't have any Ventolin because of complacency but it looks like I can't get away with those sort of shenanigans now. (Fuck you, asthma.)