I’ve been a little down about my running life lately. Right before Christmas, I got the dreaded flu that’s going all around right now. It evolved to bronchitis (which I had never had in my life before) and me needing an inhaler just to go up and down my stairs for a few days.
For someone who *was* either running or at the gym 5 days a week, let me tell you guys, it’s pretty humbling to realize that in just a few days you can be knocked down on your a$$ so completely that you can’t even make it up the stairs without being out of breath.
It’s been a much longer recovery than I thought. I’ve tried only twice now to run outside. The first time I was with a friend and by the next morning, I was back at the doctor’s because I was having scary chest tightness.
I was fine; he chalked it up to the combo of having been so sick and also having skiied in cold weather the weekend before. Apparently breathing in cold air for hours right after you get over a nasty bout of bronchitis is not the thing to do. Who knew? Everyone but me, apparently…. He prescribed “no outside exercise for two weeks!” and I resigned myself to run indoors.
But then it hit 50 last weekend again and I couldn’t resist. Out the door I went. And again, in 50 degree weather, I felt like my lungs were swelling to the point that they were going to bust my rib cage out of my skin and I barely made it 3 miles at a totally slow-mo pace.
To say I’ve been bummed is an understatement. I know myself and slowing down on working out and running is a huge demotivator.
So I pulled on my running shoes today with trepidation and headed to the gym. My plan was to run on the indoor track – not as nice as outside but hey, at least I’m moving in a direction.
Got to the gym and realized I didn’t have my arm band. Which meant, I was either finding a class I wasn’t psyched about (there’s nothing good on Mondays) or running on the DREADMILL.
I sucked it up and got on the treadmill. To my amazement, I made it 4 miles without any chest pain! I was slow, for sure, but really that’s more because I hate the friggin’ treadmill like no other. I’m always so scared I’m going to slip right off the back so I have to slow it down to feel like I’m control. But hey. I ran. And I felt great.
As far as my #13in2013 goal, I’m nervous. But despite the brochitis, I knew there wouldn’t be many races run outside in January so I’ll have to double up some months in the warm weather. There’s one this weekend near me that I just found out about, but I’m only running it if I feel like it’s warm enough to do so. Just not worth it.
Here’s to hoping I can keep up my running mojo indoors for the next few weeks though as outside doesn’t seem to cut it for me. It’s definitely going to be a challenge.