So in regards to my last post. I know that I should be proud but jealousy got the best of me. The funny thing is one of the things I tell people who don't run (yet) is that it is such an individual sport. What I mean is you don't necessarily race everybody out there, your running is for you not for any body else. You just run to make you better. That's it. I have a hard time being proud of myself for a certain distance. What helps is remembering being brought to tears when I ran my first two miles straight. I think it took me something like 28 minutes but it was running, and I was so happy. Does anyone else have any happy running memories? That one just made me smile. :D
I haven't run this week. No joke. Not one step. First off I was too sore from my Saturday "long" run :) and then I did relay for life for 5 hours that night. Probably not the smartest scheduling but it was fun and inspirational, I couldn't pass it up. I woke up Sunday with a "dry"throat. I thought maybe I'd yelled too loud during relay. But I was sick, by Monday night when I got home from a 12 hour day I would hyperventilate and then have a bad non productive coughing fit. So bad my husband suggested that I had "a severe upper respiratory infection" and that I go see the doctor the next day. Well I was non productive and really felt pretty fine else where but the burning left in my chest from all the coughing. I'm still not a hundred percent. And I ran today just to get some miles on my legs. I did a 1.5 mile tempo run on the treadmill surprise surprise. Felt awkward and wheezy despite my magical inhaler. Oh well, hopefully tomorrow will be better.