Last night on the way to Travis' I pushed myself hard. I didn't think it would be so difficult but the wind proved to be a mighty force. I could feel myself be pushed to the side at times from the gusts. It sucked.
The cold air burned my lungs something fierce. By the time I got to the complex I knew I had made a mess of myself. Apparently the stress of the past few weeks likely contributed as well.
I took two hits from my inhaler but still found myself a coughing mess. I hate when it seems like you can taste blood in your mouth, but there isn't any there.
I had been without any exercise induced asthma issues for several months now...and realize that I'm not actually immune-just lucky.