Well, this is incredible. If an asthmatic school kid can't run on the sports field, how is he going to do it if we fast forward 47 odd years later, and add smoking, asbestos and solder fumes to the mix? And all that is partly why this kid decided to do this thing, back in January, not so long ago but a fair distance in terms of attitude adjustment and sheer bloody mindedness.
Perhaps it's about having a stadium to myself (in Estonia you do most things by yourself) and no shouting classmates, no blustering teachers, just Laura and the Shoes. Good name for a band..... the Shoes incidentally are New Balance Fresh Foam. I love them.
I can't do five minutes........ I can't do eight minutes...... yes I can, but twenty minutes?
(this makes me think of Fawlty Towers, first seen back in those school days... "Sybil, I forbid you to open that safe.....Sybil, I forbid you to remove that case....Sybil, I forbid you to open that case.... I never thought I would see the day when.....")
Anyway, I did not forbid myself. I gave myself permission, I was ready to fail and not worry too much, although I would have been rather sad about it.
Today, I ran the full twenty minutes. I was tired straight away, but the curious thing was that the tiredness did not get worse. My lungs felt raw, but kept going, and recovered. I can still feel my legs, but they feel good, and it's nice to know they are there.
I did this thing and I am amazed at myself. Week 6? I can't possibly do that. I will stay with week 5 for a while longer. Laura says it's ok to do that, so it is.
Best Wishes to all of you