I started walking again. Fast, around the house, or the block. One night, I jog-walked, just like last year, when I was getting ready for WDW.
(This summer's adventure is still in the works, but looks likely to be to Peru or the Galapagos. Or both? We'll see.)
And so, yes, I'm getting ready for our next adventure, but really, I am remembering that my asthma is better when I walk more,when I sweat more, when I move more.
I'm remembering that the adventure is here, now.
That walking more helps me breathe.