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Nov. 8th, 2003 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikThe good: survived wushu. Didn't sit anything about except for sweeps, arc back kicks (dammit, I can do a good arc back kick, I just hurt for days after) and some of the spinning jump kicks. But I'm doing more jumping. And I was really happy with the double slap kicks -- definately getting my flexibility back there. And it seems I can drop into crouch stance on my left side just fine from one angle, and it still gives me trouble from another. I think this is why I've been having an easier time at wushu than bagua on the drops recently. I have a cunning plan to modify my drop which might help with bagua.
And I had fun, mostly.
The bad: Asthma! If it's not one damn thing...! I used my inhaler faithfully before class. And then I took a couple of hits of (ugh) Albuterol once I started having trouble. Which meant I was getting enough oxygen to survive (along with the shaking and feeling dizzy, I really hate the stuff) but not really enough to survive forms. But I neither sat out or passed out, and I don't think I strained my chest muscles too badly. It hurt to breath on the way back, but that wore off. (This isn't a joke. Once upon a time I was biking when I hadn't recovered from bronchitis as much as I thought I had, and I ended up straining and inflaming my chest wall, and got stuck on steroids and being absolutely forbidden to work out for two weeks. But I was frustrated enough today that I forgot that danger, and am quite grateful that it didn't get me.)
I wish I knew what the trigger was. It's definately worse in the Wallingford gym, but I haven't had a bout this bad since level exams, and I'd blamed that on stress. And today wasn't stressful, except a bit with the not being able to breath part.
Sometimes I do wonder if the universe is telling me that I'm not cut out to be an athlete... but what the heck am I supposed to do? Going back to a desk job is just too fricking dangerous, and I wouldn't be surprised if it killed me in a year.
And I had fun, mostly.
The bad: Asthma! If it's not one damn thing...! I used my inhaler faithfully before class. And then I took a couple of hits of (ugh) Albuterol once I started having trouble. Which meant I was getting enough oxygen to survive (along with the shaking and feeling dizzy, I really hate the stuff) but not really enough to survive forms. But I neither sat out or passed out, and I don't think I strained my chest muscles too badly. It hurt to breath on the way back, but that wore off. (This isn't a joke. Once upon a time I was biking when I hadn't recovered from bronchitis as much as I thought I had, and I ended up straining and inflaming my chest wall, and got stuck on steroids and being absolutely forbidden to work out for two weeks. But I was frustrated enough today that I forgot that danger, and am quite grateful that it didn't get me.)
I wish I knew what the trigger was. It's definately worse in the Wallingford gym, but I haven't had a bout this bad since level exams, and I'd blamed that on stress. And today wasn't stressful, except a bit with the not being able to breath part.
Sometimes I do wonder if the universe is telling me that I'm not cut out to be an athlete... but what the heck am I supposed to do? Going back to a desk job is just too fricking dangerous, and I wouldn't be surprised if it killed me in a year.
