
This morning I cheerfully mentioned to Kendrick that I hadn't needed albuterol for the last several days. This, of course, jinxed me, and even though I used a little before running, my lungs were my bottleneck, which they haven't been for a while. (I need to find and bookmark a good air quality page for Cleveland.) OTOH, even that aside, my running is getting better. I'm not able to run a mile straight - but I run it in about four segments, with panting and street crossing in between, and even then the whole of it is coming in at around ten or 10.5 minutes including the walking bits, which is, if not impressive, at least not totally pathetic.
And, um, yeah, so this every other day thing? Pretty much giving up on that. On the plus side, Robert (one of the apartment staffers) has given me permission to stow my swords in a closet off of the lobby, so I bring them down, run, and then do weapons forms without hike back to the apartment. (I don't mind the hike nearly as much as I mind the lost time.) I figure running a mile everyday is pretty reasonable. If I'm going to try longer distances, I should probably give myself more recovery time. (Does this make sense? To some of you who aren't as clueless as I about running?)
It's doing odd things to my forms work, though I think that will calm down as I adjust. And not bad things altogether - I still tend to spring the last quarter mile, and so I start my forms exhausted, but then starting warmed up is a good thing, and I haven't been able to guarantee it otherwise since we changed the sparring schedule. (And stretching when I get back from running gives me a chance to catch my breath a bit.)