Published on January 7, 2013, by meg in injury, real life, Running.

It’s not as bad as last year’s possible stress fracture/unpleasant muscle strain, but it’s pretty unpleasant.

After a month sidelined by moving (which is mostly done, HOORAY!!!!!), I immediately got a cold. I’m pretty susceptible to colds, and they tend to linger for much longer than what I think is normal, so I almost always go into complete rest mode when I get one. I’ve had bronchitis twice. I do not recommend it at all.

The cold got into my chest, but didn’t turn to horror and seemed to be going away. AND THEN. I started wheezing and having coughing spasms.

The two times I had bronchitis, I also had asthma, so I recognized the signs and went straight to the doctor, who told me it wasn’t too terrible and gave me an inhaler to puff on twice a day. I have mostly been using it in the morning and after exercising.

Because I AM trying to exercise. I ran a mile and a half today, interspersed with walking intervals. I think I pushed myself a bit too hard, running one of the intervals under at a 10:45 minute mile, because I felt tight in the chest for a few hours and had to puff on the inhaler, but it wasn’t anything too terrible.

I am doing well with weight lifting, but I’m getting frustrated by not being able to run. We have had a string of bright, crisp winter days – cold, but not much below freezing in the morning – and I really miss getting out there and knocking out a few miles. I was looking forward to exploring my new neighborhood and meeting up with a new running group. But the cold is still too hard on my lungs, so I’m sticking with the treadmill until I can complete more than a mile without feeling winded. It’s smart and safe, I know, but it’s also incredibly irritating. January just doesn’t seem to be my month.