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All hail Goodkind.
It’s not often that a section of a novel makes me nauseous. I wrote a paper on “Experiments & Mass killings of Jews” for gods sake and that didn’t do anything to me physically or emotionally. No I’m not a heartless bastard it’s just hard to break down my mentally constructed defensive walls.
Mile 37/40: Queezy Asthma
So today was quite cold. It snowed yesterday and it wasn’t much better today. So cold that I lollygagged for almost an hour trying to avoid my run. As I saw my breath fogging ahead of me I thought “I can see my breath but I can’t catch my breath” (I’ve been having lots of pseudo-poetic thoughts like this lately). I do have exercise induced asthma and it does make my chest colds more severe but besides that I’ve outgrown it. Once your bronchial tubes get big enough, you don’t notice the swelling and, even if the swelling would be noticeable, a nice long warm up should eliminate that factor. Unfortunately, I’ve been jumping right into my runs because it’s so dang cold and cold, dry air aggravates exercise induced bronchospasm even more (it’s not really considered asthma anymore… but that’s a different story). So at about 1.5 miles in I was feeling wheezy and coughing up mucus and generally feeling like I was going to hurl but I powered on. I consider this further proof that runners are masochistic since I was never this way before identifying as a runner but any way I ended the run pretty strong. This is the firs time I’m running a lot during fall/winter so I guess I’m going to have to come up with some coping mechanisms for this.