I was a bit over-ambitious today. I'm still not really recovered from my bad cold, but I set off for a 5k pootle thinking I'd take it steadily, and dose up on Ventolin before I started.
The run went well. Very well, in fact, so I carried on into town and ended up doing 6.5k at a reasonable pace. My breathing was fine, not a cough or splutter along the way - great!
Until I stopped. Goodness me. For the first time in a long while, I was seriously wondering if now was the moment to call an ambulance. Fortunately the Ventolin started to kick in and I was left sitting on a handy mounting block, wheezing, coughing, spluttering, dribbling and coughing up a lung, as you do - not attractive - when someone approached to check if I was okay. They were quite prepared to rush off and get their car and take me home, but I managed to convince them that I was fine, and I'd be better walking gently, and after many protestations they went on their way. How kind! I hope they've had a lovely day
I guess one of the reasons for posting this is that many of us suffer from asthma. I would say that generally mine is well under control and never bothers me. I thought I would be fine and I had taken precautions. The general rule is if you have a head cold, running shouldn't be a problem; if your cold is on your chest, leave it until it clears. This applies double if you're asthmatic, I think. Four hours later, I'm still wheezing and spluttering a bit.
I find it interesting that I had no problems while running, and I think that lulled me into a false sense of security - it was a good run so I pushed it a little, feeling good, but believe me, the end result was not worth it!