Outfit of the work week + a little breathing drama.

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I went running last night with a different group of people. We did a 7k huge loop, and they weren’t really loving the 10 minute on, 1 minute walking — but I said that I had to have that as my breathing was a bit mental. They didn’t realize what my breathing got like until it was loud. It’s all I can do though, that’s how I breathe when I run and I’m needing that break between minute 10 and 11. The two of the three people that went with us are personal trainers and they seemed quite concerned about my breathing and kept asking if I was alright.  Embarrassing. I just nod, because I hate talking when I’m like that, hah. It just sounds as though I can’t get a deep breath in. They asked if I was wheezy, which I’m not — but they seemed to think so. One of them suggested I had asthma, or running induced asthma. I’m pretty sure I don’t, but then again I never really thought about it.

I have only been running for 4 months, but at the same time you’d think it would get better. I can run for longer distances but my breathing remains troublesome. Get this, I don’t think my breathing is terrible on treadmills. Then again, I haven’t been on a treadmill in months so I guess I wouldn’t really know if I hopped on one and ran distance.

Some of the suggestions that the runners told me (including my Boyf):

  • Breath through your nose, out through your mouth (impossible)
  • Lean over when you run up hills (much easier on your breathing, I tried it yesterday!)
  • Slow down your pace (how much slower can I get!! I’m doing a 10 minute mile some days.

It’s just very difficult to go to a family doctor who is in a completely different city 40+ minutes away. Taking time off work, making that time up. Then probably getting referred to a specialist. Maybe I’m reading way too much into this, I’m not sure. But I’m really annoyed with my breathing. It’s why I need my one minute break in between the 10 minute runs. The trainers couldn’t get over that I fully recovered with that one minute break, and my breathing only affected me when I was at minute 7-8 or so.

Pain in the butt, that’s for sure. It could be nerves, it could even possibly BE asthma. Funny thing is that I can control is, so that makes me think it’s nerves. I need to mentally focus and challenge myself to say “this is a leisure run, you’re not running for time. You’re stronger than you think you are. Breathe slowly”. I think I miss running with my running buddy (we run together but still in groups), because she “calmed” my breathing down, ha.

I think I’m going to try and go for another run tomorrow, by myself — really slow (maybe) and see if I can control it. Because if I can, it’s nerves. Right? I gotta be right.

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Oh Thursday, don’t give me troubles

Today wasn’t off to a good start at all. I went to bed a bit later than usual, so when my alarm went off at 6:15 this morning I hit snooze a couple of times. I woke up with a monster headache and hopped in the shower immediately to try and get rid of it, and relax a bit. When I wake up in the a.m. I normally hang out with Alfie for the first bit while I eat, then shower at the last possible moment. At least my headache went away, but I was super tired and felt as if I needed more caffeine, but I opted out of that mainly because it’s only a ‘rush’ for a little while.

Left the apartment, locked the doors and got in the elevator only to find myself pushing the button for the main floor, instead of underground parking. I noted that I had parked outside all night long which was a huge mistake on my part. I panicked thinking my car was either vandalized (we don’t even live in a bad part of town — it just happens!!) or a parking ticket, since you need to register your car if you are staying over night by my building. I got the latter, a $25 stinking ticket for no good reason except that I thought I was going to grab some Quizno’s last night for supper and didn’t end up going. Therefor, didn’t move my car since I got back from work.

Oh, and I forgot my lunch. I didn’t just forget it at home — I forgot to even make myself anything.

LAME!

Today is off to a bad start for sure.

At least tomorrow is Friday and it was a short work week.

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Alfie P. McDogg

I never knew a dog could have so many nicknames. Stuff in brackets is who gave him the nickname and who calls him that.

  • Sweetie Pie (Me)
  • Troublekins (Boyf)
  • Schnoggles (Boyf calls him this allllll the time)
  • Peepers (I mis-call him that all the time – it’s the name of my RIP dog back home)
  • Eyyyy Alfffieeyy (Me. In an Italian voice)
  • Mr. Man (Me)
  • Little guy (Both of us)

Not so sweet:

He’s sweet some of the time though:

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