I went running yesterday.
For reasons I won’t go into here, I had a terrible need to burn off some adrenaline last night. It was so obvious that my wife – who is as wise as she is beautiful – pretty much pushed me out the door to go walking. And I was keyed up enough that I actually started jogging when I hit the outside stairs. How far did I get? About a quarter mile before my sinuses started punishing me for my temerity and I started coughing. The next half mile was speed walking, and then I walked at my normal pace home.
It’s just now, hours later, that this fact is really kicking in. I ran a quarter mile, and I possibly could have managed another quarter mile if my sinuses hadn’t rebelled. I was breathing hard, yes, but I wasn’t gasping for breath and ready to pass out. That may not sound like a lot, but in the face of where I was last July? Heck, in the face of how I’ve been feeling about my progress the past few months? That was amazing.
Still, I think I’ll wait until this sinus thing I’ve got clears up before I try it again.