Do you know how sometimes you can feel horrible, then go running, and actually feel better when you are finished? I’m serious about this! Humor me; just tell me that you know what I am talking about.
Well, I know that “sometimes” a run *has* made me feel better. Today, I needed to “clear my head.” Nearing desperation, I took a chance that I might feel better. I couldn’t go it alone though; I wanted some moral support. Not human support. Instead, I brought my friends Garminia and myPod for support; they just go with the plan and never complain.
It wasn’t a pretty sign in the first few miles. I tried to sooth my throat my sucking on a cough drop – which is not easy to do when you are unable to breath through your nose. I gasped for air, coughed, and spewed icky substances along the way.
My maximum heart rate (MHR) climbed to 182 today. Having my MHR this high isn’t unusual for me, except that I was only averaging 9:00/mile pace, rather than really pushing the pace. Garminia just reported the number; she didn’t mock my being out of shape. I am more than capable of doing that myself. *sigh* I have much room for improvement where fitness is concerned.
By the time I finished my run, I actually *did* feel a little better. I only enjoyed having a clear head for a short period of time however. The yuck rapidly returned to my head and nose. Oh, woe is me. *sniff*