This morning I decided I would go for a short run. I needed to get another run in 2012 before the clock chimes midnight. It was -8C so the weather was accommodating. I was in for a short leisurely run. I haven’t been running so I knew that was the best route to go. Plus I didn’t know how my lungs or legs would react if I pushed them too hard.
Off I went around noon. I felt pretty good. My legs were not complaining one bit. I ran about 400 metres before my first coughing fit kicked in. I had to stop and walk to get over the episode. It was not pretty. I felt like I was going to cough up a lung or two. It was horrible.
But I kept on going. This 6k run was going to happen whether I coughed the whole way or not. Guess what? I coughed most of the way. Too bad I wasn’t at 100 per cent.
Such a lovely day! I’m glad I got outside. I feel much better. The coughing has ceased for now and my cheeks are rosy!