Glorious weather here in Nebraska–although windy as all get out.
My aunt (Minnesotan) used to tell a joke about Nebraska’s wind:
Q: What do Nebraskans do when the wind stops blowing?
A: They fall down.
True. I rode my bike on Monday (no classes) for a glorious two-hour ride in 14mph winds and by the time I finished, winds gusted at over 25mph. Yesterday they gusted at over 40mph.
I found out that I can take the long way to Dad’s gravesite and make it a 13 mile one way. I added a bunch more miles on the way home. I miss my dad every single day. Every. Single. One.
Gotta say it, I LOVE that new kit–and it is a whole size smaller than last year’s Vanderkitten VIP kit!
Today, a bit of a reprieve–but I had too much work to do. I ran on the treadmill when I got home.
Why on earth, woman, would you run inside with 70F weather and light winds?
Asthma, my dears. Asthma. Sometimes I cannot make it through class without losing my capacity to breathe–even with my steroids and albuterol and allergy meds. It’s that time of year. FYI: Asthma sucks a**.
I used to blame Juniper. Then I added Oak. Now I wonder if it’s also Ash’s fault. Why do I know so much about these things? My hubby counts the pollen for our area every single day. He asks me when he leaves for work, “am I going to be busy counting pollen today?” Pollen counts, after all, are not what the count is today–but what it was over the past 24 hours.
My back hurt so much on Monday from struggling to breathe that I am still trying to stretch out the stiffness and soreness. Asthma sucks–but not as much as cancer, which is keeping a dear friend away from her passion of triathlon. So every time I feel like being lazy or not doing my distance, I add a little bit more for my friend, Colleen, fighting acute myelogenous leukemia. . . Love ya, sister.
My run today sucked a**, but I did it for Colleen!