I don't know if I've ever mentioned it here before, but I have asthma. Since I started running, it's gotten a lot better, but every now and then it acts like that psycho ex-lover you have and just shows up unannounced.
That day for me was yesterday. I think it was a combination of the long distance, dehydration and extremely cold air, but late in my run, I felt my chest tighten up in that old familiar embrace.
Hugs are nice. Internal hugs from your lungs suck. No really... they suck- the air out of you.
Unfortunately, I didn't recognize it for what it was, and I just pushed through it by doing run/walk intervals for a few miles. And I finished the (brutally hard) 20 mile run.
It wasn't until I got home that I realized what was going on... mostly because I could HEAR the wheezing without my music pumping. I hit my inhaler hard and stole a breathing treatment from my son. Nada. Took a steam bath. Nada.
All night and into today, nada nada nada. Just a scary feeling of not being able to catch my breath. I'm all for playing hard to get, but NOT with my breath. Sheesh.
I finally got some liquid albuterol from my doc... and voila. About an hour ago, I was finally able to take a deep breath.
I have 2 weeks to get this under control. 2 weeks to relax and just breathe. And 2 weeks to remember that LA is at sea level- thank you God for that...