When disability stands in the way of your best day ever

My body wants to push harder and harder in every workout. I try to be patient with my asthma. It closes my chest before I’m even breathing fire, before I’ve pushed hard enough to feel the burn. I often feel like asthma stands between me and success.

This is inaccurate. I could claim asthma slows my progress, but the fact is my progress is apparent and amazing despite my disability.

Today I am asking myself how I can be grateful for being forced to slow down. I wanted to RUN today instead of jog. I wanted to fly through my pull-ups and pushups without the bog of heavy air in my lungs. And my muscles were all for it, if only I could catch my breath.

There are techniques for staying in control of the breath. I will learn them. The time before asthma wears me will grow. I will get to run.

Not every day will be my best day, but I will do my best every day.