There but for the grace of oxygen go I

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.