inside.my.mind

For the third day this week I attempted a run, it is more like a jog, and I have come to the conclusion that my lungs hate me.  When I was a child and teenager I had a lot of breathing problems.  I thought they were pretty much all gone, but I am not so sure.  I am sure I have mentioned this before, but inside on some sort of equipment I can get a heck of a lot further than I can outside.  When outside it seems like I get instantly out of breath.  I don’t want to run inside any more.  I want to be outside in this wonderful weather, I want to run a 5k before I die, and that can’t happen indoors.  Ergo I have been trying to run outside.  It is hard and I am doing a little better, but it such a small difference that it is discouraging.  I am going to try and stick with it.  I want to be able to do this.

I want to skip the next couple of days.  Work is going to be crazy I think.  Looking at the list of stuff we have to do verses the amount of time does not look good, at least for tomorrow.  The boss wants to be out on time this Friday so I am sure I will be done at most an hour late, so that will be good.

My poor neighbors.  I have been setting here blogging away, listening to music, and singing.  Normally that would not be an issue, but it is so nice out that I opened a window and forgot it is open.  I am hoping that you can’t be arrested for singing poorly.  I remember when I would never sing in front of anyone, at a volume where you could hear words coming out.  I have gotten better about not caring and just doing it anyway.  Last year on the ski trip I was sing loud in front of everyone, it may have been a first.  Good times.