What started out as just a small tickle in my chest progressed rapidly to full-fledged, gut-wrenching hacking attacks that are still ongoing (but somewhat diminished) as we speak. I've spent the last four nights on the couch so that Doralyn, my wife, could get a little sleep and basically have slept sitting up because any time I lie down my lungs start to whisper to me (they sound kind of like elephants, trumpeting from afar) and this always leads to another attack. Got bad enough that I even followed my wife's request that I visit the doctor.
So, there has been no running. This has been okay because when you can't even imagine running you don't miss it all that much!
I did engage in some running-related stuff over the holidays, courtesy of receiving a CamelBak hydration vest from Doralyn, a Running Room gift card from my son, Bryant, and a Sport Chek gift card from my stepson, Keenan.
|Hopefully it's left New|
Zealand by now!
|Running Room commercial?|
Should I have been paid for this?
|And should Sport Chek|
pay me, too?
Hopefully, the lungs will mend soon and I'll actually feel like running!