It's been over a week since my last run, and I seem to have lost all ability to run. My breathing hasn't been all that great for the last few weeks, mostly due to me stopping one of my asthma medications (Advair). I read an article in the paper a month ago, talking about the fact that the FDA no longer wants people to take it regularly if they can help it. Naturally that freaked me out and I stopped taking it (still haven't been able to get in to see the doctor to get a replacement medication) and my breathing has been really off since then.
So bad breathing, plus Laura in the stroller and a nearly frantic Moxie by my side made for an awful run. We did about a 1/2 mile before a small dog broke free from it's owners grasp and made a beeline for Moxie. What is it with small dogs trying to attack Moxie? It was so ridiculous how hard it was for the owners to recapture it-we eventually had to stop running completely and stand still for about 3 minutes while they corralled it. The breather was nice, but I really hadn't wanted to stop. Once I started back up, I realized my watch hadn't restarted, so I may have gone a tiny bit farther than what it showed. Too bad it wasn't a mile farther. I finished up, exhausted, gasping for breath, bitter over my 1.05 mile run. Grr. (Plus side: 9:39 pace)
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Don't beat yourself up, it has been a tough couple of weeks. All my runs have been crummy lately, and I am just forcing myself to get out and do it anyway. Lousy runs, and complaining about lousy runs, are a big part of being a runner!
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