My first run took place earlier this week. In my eagerness to get started, once I had my gear, my partner and I went out, even though it was 9PM and dark out.
I am a slow, slow walker. My "brisk walk" was apparently a casual amble for my partner. And my run was only a tiny bit faster than that. It seemed more like a slightly bouncy walk. I really liked the pod-cast. Laura is very encouraging, which I needed.
I started wheezing and getting way too much phlegm and junk in my airways at about interval two. I do not like people who spit, but I admit I became one of them. I just couldn't breathe with all that junk in my mouth and throat. It was either that or slow down and wheeze some more. And I was determined not to stop "running."
I feel a little weird suggesting I was running, when I was probably going 4.5 mph at top speed, in a gait that was only distinguishable from a walk because I was killing myself doing it. But I guess I should respect the effort and call it running anyways. For me, it was.
I finished my first run, and I am very proud of myself. (J., my partner, also congratulated me. He wasn't even winded, but he knew I was about to collapse.)
Next time, I am going to use my inhaler first and hopefully it will be much, much easier.