Today I went to a session of PT. It’s starting to worry me — kind of the same old thing, and while it feels good when I’m there, I’m not noticing any effects that last longer than a couple hours or the end of the day. I realize that PT is a slow, gradual, cumulative process… But I am impatient and in pain.
After PT I went for a run and it was probably the worst run I’ve had all season. My body has been teasing me with the threat of getting a flu – I’ve got a cough in my lungs and aches and chills, but I basically told it NO today and went to run anyway. Well, it turns out, whether it was the flu or allergies or what… I had a huge asthma attack at mile 3.
However. I’m proud of myself, because instead of just calling it quits and being depressed about the run, I walked off until I could breathe and then ran another 1.5 miles. Slow. Easy. Very slow. So at least I got in 4.5 miles, even if they were garbage trash miles. I’m proud not because they were good miles, but because I made myself finish the run after the asthma attack, and because I made myself take it slow enough to not die again.