Breathing

A contemplative post for a rest day.

I had an odd experience when running yesterday, that I found myself gulping for air and not really getting any benefit. Now this wasn't the gasping for air that I'd had previously from just being unfit - I was breathing very deeply but still feeling like I had no oxygen. I was being very careful to breathe from my diaphragm and everything, one of the bonuses of being a trained singer, but it didn't seem to be making any difference.

Now I have a couple of theories from various running sites. One might be my asthma kicking in from the exercise, which might be solved with my inhalers (which, I note, I haven't used regularly in 10 years). Another might be the fact it was quite a warm muggy day and I was running into one heck of a headwind - Edinburgh residents will appreciate the power of an Edinburgh 'breeze' rushing round the side of Arthur's seat. 

Going to keep a brain cell or two concentrating on the issue during my run on Saturday and will have a chat with my GP on Monday just in case. Also considering investing in a heart rate monitor to see how my fitness is coming on - will consult Grandad when he's back from Frogland and see what he thinks (and if he has a spare he no longer uses!)