It’s been a while since I logged any miles, so I think this has to be counted as a success, but one far short of what I’d hoped. The good news is that my heart and legs seem to be doing OK, at least so far as today was a test. The bad news is that I left my albuterol inhaler at home. I got about a mile out before I was wheezing so much I had to walk. I walked out to the beach and took a few zigs and zags along the way to catch some side streets I’d never been on before.
So it was definitely not as good a run as I’d hoped. It was going to be a tough run today anyhow but I am rather pleased that I got as far as I did and that my legs weren’t at all weary and my heartrate stayed in reasonable limits. I didn’t do enough mileage to test either of those things under normal conditions, but as it had been a bit too long since my last run, it was nice to see that I haven’t fallen completely to pieces. And the important part—always the most difficult—was getting out the door.