Due to a series of calamities, some bigger than others, today I went out for the first time in weeks.
Before Christmas I was out of action due to a torn calf muscle. Just as that healed I got a chest infection, which for a serious asthmatic is not nice. Finally, about 3 weeks ago I decided to test out my lungs and went out to see what they could do. They managed a week 4 run (I had been on W5R2 prior to the muscle injury). But, the cold temperature took their toll, my lungs complained and Ventolin was required. Lots of Ventolin. So much Ventolin in fact that 36 hours of tachycardia followed.
I was just recovering from that when the biggest calamity struck me. For the first time in about 10 years, I had a serious short sharp depressive episode. Of the 10 days or so that it lasted, I spent 3 or 4 days being terrified and the other days fighting suicidal thoughts. In hindsight I think I had been quite manic for several weeks running up to my crash. But I don't notice mania at the time, I just enjoy it! Anyway, during this week, the fog has slowly cleared and I decided it was time to get back out there.
I wasn't sure where I should start, so I decided to play W5R2 and see what happened. I also changed my route so that I started my run on a gently sloping decline for encouragement. I think largely due to the slight downward gradient, the first 8 minutes were a doddle, so much so that I carried on for another 2, until I turned the corner and the gradient changed to an slight incline. I walked for the remaining 3 minutes and started running again when Laura told me to. The second run was a different story though. An incline. I only managed 3 and a half minutes. But, No pulled muscles, no Ventolin induced tachycardia and a smile on my face once more.