It’s Tuesday, so that means I’m over at Off Our Chests, and today I’m thinking about the legacy of my childhood asthma, even though it turns out that—from a medical standpoint, anyway—I’m barely affected by it anymore.
I’m not quite crazy enough to take up running, or anything, but I definitely need to get over this feeling that my body is the enemy. (Or that I’m just a little crazy. Because… I mean, yes, OBVIOUSLY. But you know.)
Come on over and share, if you’re so inclined.
Oh, sweets. That feeling is JUST BEGINNING! Aging is its own journey with a very strange love/hate relationship with your body, inner and outer. (Yes, I realize that you still have twenty years before you really experience it, but it’s out there waiting).
You know, my asthma actually *improved* once I started running. Of course, when I’m in the middle of an attack (like NOW, grumble), I can’t go run. But otherwise it helps keep everything better conditioned, I think. Either that or I’m just crazy.