Once I finally had my park pass, got lost inside the park, finally found the trailhead I wanted and set out, it was overcast and about to rain. Lucky me. I got about half a mile down the trail when I decided it was to effing cold for me and turned back for the car. The fun thing was that the first half mile was mostly downhill. On the way back to the car, I had to stop and catch my breath (how out of shape AM I?!) thanks to me being a pansy about altitude.
The next day while waiting for the boyfriend's second soccer game to start, we got to chatting about how I might have exercise-induced asthma. I've always thought I might have it, but in DC it was easier to run with it and Bruce was always sick so I never got it checked out. Now that I'm in Colorado and struggle to breathe when I'm not even moving, it's hard to ignore.
I went to the doctor, explained everything, and she prescribed me an inhaler to try out and see if it takes care of everything.
This past Saturday, the boyfriend and I decide to head back out to Golden Gate. He drove this time. We did not get lost. Hallelujah. I did my puffs of the inhaler before we set out for the trail. I'm really good at spraying my tongue with it. I was under the impression that he was going to go hike or do his own thing while I went for a run, but he told me at the last minute that he would run with me. Poor guy. I think he thought I was going to keel over out there.
Luckily this time it was a little warmer, but we did get rained on for most of the time we were out there. We start off by hiking, then ran the tiniest bit, and I started having a hard time breathing right away (on the mostly down hill area). I told him that we would have to walk for a while, so we did about 2.5 miles out...most of it downhill.
|You could hear the hummingbirds everywhere!|
|At least it was pretty...|
|Realized he just snapped twenty pictures in two seconds|
|Confiscating the camera|