I learned something nice at the gym the other day. I am not, in fact, hopeless. I was able to run for a half hour only stopping once to tie my shoe. I suspect two things helped me accomplish this.
- Albuterol. Actually picked up my prescription and have been using it before bed everyday as maintenance rather than rescue. I've had less trouble breathing in the winter air. So, my lung capacity is restoring.
- Slower pace. I'd been running at a 9 minute mile pace or so on the treadmill because it's nice to push myself. I hadn't realized how significantly faster 9 minute miles were versus 11 or 10 minute miles. They don't feel faster than how I think I run on the track but they certainly must be. I backed off to between an 11 minute and 10:30 mile.
I think I need to try some of the speed interval programs on the more advanced treadmills. Supposedly running faster, shorter bursts helps you get faster more quickly. I'll just have to reign in my impatience.
But, man, knowing I'm not entirely a lost cause makes it feel better to exhaust myself running an 8 minute pace for s long as I can. Which isn't long. I can run about a mile at that pace before my chest falls off.
It's not pretty. Lung juice is hard to clean out of carpet.
Also: I've decided I hate all my icons, especially my default icon.
Also also: Eating 1500 calories a day is nice. My stomach seems to dig it insofar as I pigged out on two slices of pizza last night and didn't feel compelled to eat more. I think it has shrunk and now expects and prefers meals in smaller sizes more frequently.