Weakness is for wussies
I guess I just thought that once my lungs started cooperating, it would be just like old times. I didn’t take into account my body needed to rebuild what little strength and endurance it used to have.
I guess I just thought that once my lungs started cooperating, it would be just like old times. I didn’t take into account my body needed to rebuild what little strength and endurance it used to have.
I have a feeling I’m going to learn something the hard way this summer. (Because the whole eight days in the hospital and lung damage thing wasn’t enough to teach me the first time.)
Its pretty well established on this blog that I love road trips and hiking. They are just about my two favorite activities. So you’d think – as I did – that busted lungs means no more hiking, right? WRONG. I just needed some “modifications.” You know, like the bionic woman.
So what does one need to hike with busted lungs?
Week One: Healthy Snacking