Look at me! Running!

A little bit. Seth and I headed out for 7 miles yesterday...well, that's not true. We headed out planning on about 4 miles, but then we just kept going, determined to reach the next road. We walked down our creek here near the house, and it was really pretty to go farther down than I've gone on it.

Inspired by The Biggest Loser, I told Seth that he had to be my Bob and push me to run, so he did a little bit. I'm sure that Bob would have had me in the fetal position, crying on the ground. My husband has a softer spot for me than all that, and we were avoiding wheezing as much as possible. We did bursts of running at random intervals, even when I didn't want to. My knees and ankles were fine, it's just my lungs that were giving me trouble. So I made a doctor's appointment for this Friday and, hopefully, I'll get back on an inhaler.

When I had an inhaler in the past, I had felt pinchy all the time in my lungs, but I stopped when I didn't feel that anymore. Plus, I was doing a big bunch of nothing before, so the asthma wasn't as much of an issue as it is now with walking and trying to run. I'm really pleased by the lack of knee pain and soreness, so I'm going to keep up my adventures in running. Yippee!

Perhaps an inhaler is in order.

I was out of town last week, so my walking wasn't what it needed to be, but I did a bit. Out in the hills again, I got another 4 miles in, because I just didn't feel like more.

It turns out that although I was so proud of myself for keeping up with my speedy friends when we went out, I actually hurt myself a bit. Nothing major, but I was very sore up the front of my shins from my ankles, and it took me a while to realize that pushing myself up by two minutes per mile might have not been all that smart. At least not for the length that I did it. I'll try to do it more in baby steps.

I did try running again last week, too. Towards the end of a walk and without having eaten (so no fuel), I did two separate bursts of a minute. It doesn't sound like much to you, but it was a lot for me. Well, maybe not "a lot". I was able to do it, and would have been able to do more if I didn't need to eat and didn't want to crash. It was hard, but I'm going to keep adding to it. And I do think that I'll head to the doctor and see about getting back on my inhaler. I don't really want to, but I think that I should.

Something pleasant from my brief running that I haven't experienced before: my ponytail swishing back and forth while I run. A small pleasure.

I'm a good girl.

Yes, I've actually been walking. Mostly as a weekend warrior, but it's something. This morning I went out and walked about 6 miles with some friends from my team, and it was great. They all walk faster than me, so I was glad to pick up the pace a bit after I warmed up. It was nice to see that I could go faster for a few miles.

Last week, I walked 4 miles in the hills out where Seth's family lives. That was very good, and I plan on doing more of that tomorrow and Monday- hopefully adding a mile or two to that.

There is a 1/2 marathon in SF on Superbowl Sunday, and some of us are planning on doing it. It's neat because I know that I can do it, so it's like, "Pssshhh. Sure! I'll do a half!"