Darn it ... I can't breathe!

Hello! Sorry for the lack of post of late. It reflects the shameful amount of training I've been doing over the past week...

After the gig at the Island bar (to which I doth my hat to all involved) I had been quite good - fitting in a few long runs and trips to the swimming baths. However, this tailed off somewhat at the start of the week with a fair few shifts at various workplaces getting in the way (the perils of having four zero hour contracts).

With three weeks to go before the big day, I'm getting rather nervous!
Whilst I type this post, I'm meant to be completing a 12 mile run.
It started off well, my legs feeling fine and energy levels up ... then ... half an hour in ... I realised I couldn't actually breathe!

Not a good sign. I stopped.

Once the wheezing and tight chest had dissipated, I tried again.

Sadly to no avail.

As there is a history of asthma in my family I'll be heading to the doctors next week to check it out.

Fingers crossed I'll be able to up my game next week (eeek)