Day 3 of "Stopping the Wheeze"
Even here in California it gets down to freezing. Not for long, but before the sun comes up, it is 32 degrees. YIKES!!!!
The toughest part today was making sure my insides were evacuated before heading out. As I remember, nothing is worse than having to stop and "litter" the pachysandra of some unsuspecting neighbor. So...patients on the "throne" is a virtue.
As the first wave of cold air hit my lungs, my legs began to move in that old familiar rhythm. The cadence was that of an 8 minute mile and from the time I left the door, until I got back was roughly a bit more than 10 minutes. So that internal clock is still in tact.
Once I hit pace, the whistle wasn't as noticeable today as it was yesterday and the day before. I was kind of disappointed. That whistle HURT.
I did, however, cough up a small nation. I felt the urge to give it a flag and an anthem. At least THAT won't hit my lungs.
Until tomorrow.
Strength, Football, and Leftovers.