Breathing is hard

Sunday was my return to C25K after a brief hiatus.   I have a feeling I had better stop with the hiatuses if I want to keep progressing, as I'm pretty sure my legs and lungs are going to kick my butt if I try to take a week off running and then suddenly do a 20 minute jog (week 5, day 3).   Fortunately, I'm still on week 4, so I just had two long intervals of five minutes to contend with.   My stomach was a bit iffy at the beginning of the run as I hadn't waited long enough after drinking a couple glasses of water to start.  Fortunately, things settled down after the first five minute jog (either that or I was just too miserable in general at that point to notice a minor thing like queasiness).

I don't know if other people are familiar with the squeaky wheeze, but for me, that is the end game of the progression through what limited aerobic fitness I seem to possess.   Basically it goes:  regular breathing, heavy breathing, labored breathing, wheezing, squeaky wheeze, death.   I try to avoid doing the squeaky wheeze when people can hear me, as explaining that I'm not actually dying is difficult when I can't speak.   In any case, I was squeaky wheezing more than I would like to admit during this run.   Also on the breathing front, I still am exhaling on the right stride, despite trying very hard not to.  I have to consciously miss a breath to get it switched over to the left, but somehow it migrates back to the right.

Monday I pretty much slacked off.   My quads were sore, so I decided to take a rest day between C25K days, and besides, it was already quite warm at 8 AM.   I was going to go for a walk instead, just to move around a bit, but as I was walking past my car it occurred to me that I had a perfectly good mountain bike in the back and trails less than a mile away.   So, I got the Mamba out and headed over to River trail to get in a couple of loops on the Toilet Bowl (yes, really) before heading up and over the big hill and back to Larry's apartment.   Not a long ride by any means, but certainly as much effort as the walk I was going to take and more fun to boot!

Sunday workout:  I ran with my Garmin so I have HR info...it is only sorta scary.
                           2.24 miles / 4.3 mph average

Monday ride: Better than a walk  Garmin battery was dead, so My Tracks to the rescue!