Yesterday was a big day for me. I went to the gym as I said and saw some improvement for the first time! I usually do the run walk method on the treadmill. 2 minutes walking, 5 minutes running, two minutes walking, 5 running etc. . I started with the normal 2 minutes but then proceeded to run for a straight 10 minutes. I know this doesn’t sound like much but for me this was big. I usually can’t wait for that 5 minute mark so I can stop and rest. My breathing is labored, my lungs and legs are screaming at me and I need to cough. But yesterday I got to 5 minutes running and thought “I’m feeling pretty good, it isn’t as hard today, let me see if I can keep going.” Then when I got to 8 I pushed myself to keep going until 10. Very proud of myself at that point. Looked around at the other people on the treadmill like they should know about what I just accomplished and should be congratulating me. That lasted for about 15 seconds then I started coughing so I made sure to avoid eye contact with anyone. Thinking to myself “this sucks. At least when I get outside I can spit this shit out.” Pretty gross huh!? Welcome to my world folks. That initial burst of energy was great but I sort of spent myself and it took some time for me to get back to a rhythm in my run. I still only ended up averaging a 12 minute mile but it was a small step in the right direction and I ran for 3 1/4 miles.
To celebrate I drank some beers. Speaking of drinking and eating, I have noticed that my appetite is getting huge. I feel like I am constantly hungry. It’s great! I haven’t felt like this since I was dancing. But that was because I was manorexic then….just kidding. I’m not Natalie Portman in Black Swan. Which reminds me, it’s time for me to go to my friends house and watch the Oscars. I hope Banksy wins and makes a mockery out of the ceremony.
Today was my rest day so no update. Except that I started a new antibiotic today, Cayston. It loosens everything up so at first it makes me cough more than usual. I was at a friends play today and was coughing during it and feeling self conscious. Especially when the woman next to me looked at me at one point and then kind of covered her face. Oh well. I can’t help it. It was all good since she left at intermission and I coughed less the second act. Maybe I was allergic to her and her stank perfume? Bitch. No, I kid, she was wonderful. A saint. An amazing human. I really do kid. It was no big deal.
Until the next update.
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