Bit by bit

I’m chugging along with my training.   This week again I have three 2 mile runs on the schedule.  My plan for the week was Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

Tuesday morning came way too early and my snooze button was my friend.  So no early morning run that day.  Then I was going to go to run with The West Sixth Running Club.  I’ve never run with the group before, but it sounds super fun.  (Plus you get a free soft pretzel post run!)  But for several reasons, none of which are really that good, I didn’t go.

Wednesday morning I finally got my butt out of bed and on the treadmill.  Have I mentioned how much I really HATE the treadmill?  My daughter would totally be telling on me right now for using the word hate if she were reading this… Anyway, I grabbed my daughter’s preschool version of an mp3 player and listened to kidz bop while I got my sweat on.  It was pretty much torture.  I didn’t want to mess with headphones when I’m in the house, but my play list on my phone isn’t 7 year old friendly, and I knew my mini-me would be up eating breakfast and getting ready for school before I was finished on the treadmill.

I forgot to take my inhaler and I could tell.  I’ll try not to do that again, I actually had to take a quick break at one point to catch my breath.

I again tried to push myself to not walk too much and to up my pace a little.   I seriously was sweating BUCKETS.

The blurriest picture ever of a stationary object.

The blurriest picture ever of a stationary object.

I increased my speed slightly from my last 2 mile treadmill run, but I was hoping for more.  I really ran out of steam toward the end.

Today I’m off of work.  I let hubby sleep in and I got my daughter up, fed, ready for school, and on the bus by 7.  I was even all dressed to go for a run right away.  But, I didn’t, I wanted to wait for hubby to wake up to see if he wanted to go with me.  By the time he woke up I had been fulled absorbed into the time suck of my laptop/Facebook/pinterest/etc.  So I f’d that up.  It rained and it’s still wet out, not so wet that I COULDN’T run, but enough that it really makes me not want to.  I have promised myself that I WILL do two miles today before I go to bed.  It may be in the form of a walk with hubby while our kiddo is at piano lessons or it may be a dreadmill run, but I PROMISE I’ll do it!

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what’s up doc?

My annual physical exam was Thursday.

I was DREADING it. I don’t mind going to the doctor’s office. I quite like my doctor, and I don’t really even mind needles. What I didn’t want to face was the scale.
weight-scale
In the 12 months since my last physical exam I have lost and then regained about 30 pounds. Admitting that makes me really uncomfortable. I mean, it’s pretty obvious to people that know me that I’ve lost and gained a decent amount of weight over the last year, but for me to fully admit it and even give a number is pretty difficult.
Luckily, my doctor didn’t harass me about my weight. He knows that I’m working on it, and he left it at that. Once we got past the uncomfortable weight stuff, I was able to discuss some other issues with him.

Specifically we talked about my frustration with my running. The fact that though I’ve been running pretty regularly for about a year, I still get short of breath within minutes of starting to run, even when I run very slowly. (For you sticklers out there, I didn’t really run much at all for about two months over the summer, but other than that I’ve run/walk/exercised pretty regularly the other 10 months of the year.) At first I blamed my gasping and shortness of breath on me being really out of shape, because well, I was crazy out of shape. But slowly, over time, I started to wonder if there was something else going on. Then within about a two week time period 3 different people brought up the suggestion that perhaps I had exercise induced asthma (also called exercise induced bronchospasm). The more I learned about it, the more I felt it was a possibility that’s what I was experiencing.

So, back to the doc’s office, before I was even finished telling him about my breathing issues he was nodding his head. In that office they don’t have the equipment to do testing for a definitive diagnosis, but based on what I told him and my answers to other questions he asked me, he felt like trying out an inhaler was the way to go.

I picked up the inhaler and air chamber yesterday. I haven’t had a chance to use it yet, but definitely will on my next run. My doctor explained the air chamber is just a device to help ensure that I get the proper dosage into my lungs. It probably sounds weird, but I’m kind of excited to try it out. If EIA truly is my issue, and the inhaler helps, I feel like I could make huge improvements with my running. Wish me luck!

Anyone else deal with EIA/EIB? Do you use an inhaler? How helpful has it been? Is it a pain in the butt to use?