Oli and I set out, ridiculous hat and SpeeEch sweatpants and all. Our goal - jog about 12 minutes, turn around and job 12 more back home. I got about past our university when I needed to walk. My chest and windpipe were on fire. I ended up alternating jogging and walking until our turn-back spot. Conveniently, I got a break at our turn-around spot because a truck was attempting to back into a driveway and blocking our way.
On the way back, I ran maybe a fourth of it. But, there was also a nasty hill and some people don't like to shovel. (Surprise, surprise) so I was attempting to jog through some very slippery snow.
I wouldn't say that this run was successful, but it was a good start. Oli convinced me that I had run almost a mile and that I could do this. I hope that as I get more in shape I will be able to complete a run without needing to use my inhaler afterwards. I want to be able to complete a run without feeling like my insides are going to die.
But...on the good side, my body was deliciously tired last night so I went to bed and slept amazingly. It was when I woke up and pulled myself out of bed that I realized: I am SORE. My legs and especially the insides of my upper thighs, are in some pain. My abs are as well - that I attribute to not having good running form. So I'm definitely not doing my planned 2 miles today. Instead, I'm going to do some abs and figure out my schedule for the next few weeks.
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