A frog in my throat?

Living on a creek comes with some benefits (lots of big leafy trees, no neighbors in the back) and some downsides (mosquitoes, critters, flood potential).

One of those elements is frogs. Normally I like frogs. They’re cute, they eat icky bugs, they stay out of my way. But tonight, for the love of god, they are MATING and they won’t SHUT THE FUCK UP.

The drone is driving me CRAZY. If they were all croaking at different times I think it would sound like white noise and that would be OK. But they’ve got a whole freakin’ orchestrated chorus going on down there and are singing in UNISON.

I don’t know why it’s getting on my nerves so much tonight! I usually like the sounds of nature.

Tonight Yvonne and I did our first run together. It was a really short one, and we used the nice springy track, but it was over 90 degrees outside and the humidity was probably in the 80% range or better, and the air was really hazy and I just had the hardest time. I ran 1-1/2 miles and then had to slow to a walk for 4 more laps (which Brittney was kind enough to join us for). My airways were trying to close up on me, and I don’t have asthma or allergies. I think that maybe it was happening because I was trying to hold a conversation while running, and maybe also because of all the crap in the air and how hot it was outside. I had good energy and muscle strength and cardio endurance tonight, but I was afraid I was going to have an asthma attack if I didn’t slow down. Maybe I need to add “open airways” to my Holy Grail.

I also wonder if my breathing difficulty while running and talking is related to what I experience when reading aloud. If I’m just having a normal conversation with somebody, I’m fine. But if I am reading aloud from a book or magazine or anything, my throat gets tight and starts to hurt and my airways tighten up and my voice starts creaking and cracking. Weird, huh?