Turning I can't into I can.
I know the title of this post is incredibly cheesy, I'm incredibly cheesy. Like we're talking melted queso cheesy. Cheesiest cheeseball there ever was, right here. Party of 1. I'm pretty sure my husband did not know the lengths of my cheesiness before he married me, oh well, he's stuck now. Though after 8 years, he's used to it. I think. Anyways. Moving on because if I keep talking about cheese I'm going to need to eat cheese. I went out for my first run in about 3..ish weeks today, I was nervous for a few reasons, I hadn't run in awhile, I've been super sick and my asthma has been killing me lately. I brought my inhaler which I usually never do on a run (and actually had to use it, so good thing). This session was 5 minutes of running, 3 minutes of walking, 8 minutes of running, 3 minutes of walking and 5 minutes of running. The first 5 minutes felt easy, I was going really really slowly but I was into it. After that I had a cramp, but was still ...