So yesterday around 3 pm I settled into a blood donor chair where I was hooked up a machine for about 30 minutes that cyphoned about 2 pints of blood. Took a bunch of my red blood cells. I was good with it, still am.
Then today I took off for a run, just like the lady warned against. I had 7 or 6 in mind knowing 6 was more reasonable. I got 2 miles out and was completely gassed. I had to chill for quite sometime while my heart rate clicked back to a recovery zone. I got back and had one more mile in me. So 5 miles isn't too bad but I was hating every step that wasn't downhill.
Then today I took off for a run, just like the lady warned against. I had 7 or 6 in mind knowing 6 was more reasonable. I got 2 miles out and was completely gassed. I had to chill for quite sometime while my heart rate clicked back to a recovery zone. I got back and had one more mile in me. So 5 miles isn't too bad but I was hating every step that wasn't downhill.
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