When I worked for a living in Minnesota, I ran when I could make the time, and the weather wasn't too awful; running in boots takes some of the fun out of it.
When I moved to Florida, I was in seven heaven. I found I loved running when it was hot and pushed myself to see how many days I could run in a row. When I retired, it became even b…
When I worked for a living in Minnesota, I ran when I could make the time, and the weather wasn't too awful; running in boots takes some of the fun out of it.
When I moved to Florida, I was in seven heaven. I found I loved running when it was hot and pushed myself to see how many days I could run in a row. When I retired, it became even better. I didn't have to make time to run; I had to make time for doing everything else.
When my health took a turn for the worse, and I could no longer run without coughing my lungs out, everything suffered. I learned that I could see get that runner's high by suiting up and walking at a fast pace. Do I miss pounding the pavement? Hell, Yes! I am just thankful I can get out and push myself, even at a slower pace, and still feel an accomplishment of at least getting out there and not giving up. I could be in a hospital bed or dragging around an oxygen tank to keep me alive. Be thankful you're still alive and not pushing up daisies.
You must have been a lot younger when you lived in Minnesota. Amazing what you can get your body to do!
I see older folks on the Trail pulling their O2 tanks behind them . That looks like work, but they seem to be enjoying being out doors.
Presuming you have read all the books on breathing, I am still going to recommend the Oxygen Advantage by Patrick Mckeown. The exercises do work, at least for me, but I can't say for anyone else. We're all different. Take care, keep moving! :)
When I worked for a living in Minnesota, I ran when I could make the time, and the weather wasn't too awful; running in boots takes some of the fun out of it.
When I moved to Florida, I was in seven heaven. I found I loved running when it was hot and pushed myself to see how many days I could run in a row. When I retired, it became even better. I didn't have to make time to run; I had to make time for doing everything else.
When my health took a turn for the worse, and I could no longer run without coughing my lungs out, everything suffered. I learned that I could see get that runner's high by suiting up and walking at a fast pace. Do I miss pounding the pavement? Hell, Yes! I am just thankful I can get out and push myself, even at a slower pace, and still feel an accomplishment of at least getting out there and not giving up. I could be in a hospital bed or dragging around an oxygen tank to keep me alive. Be thankful you're still alive and not pushing up daisies.
Wow, you ran in boots when you lived in Minnesota?! I knew you were an avid runner, Steve, but that's hardcore! 😃
You must have been a lot younger when you lived in Minnesota. Amazing what you can get your body to do!
I see older folks on the Trail pulling their O2 tanks behind them . That looks like work, but they seem to be enjoying being out doors.
Presuming you have read all the books on breathing, I am still going to recommend the Oxygen Advantage by Patrick Mckeown. The exercises do work, at least for me, but I can't say for anyone else. We're all different. Take care, keep moving! :)