In through your nose, out through your mouth
February 28, 2017
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In through your nose, out through your mouth.
If I had a dollar for every time I heard that in my life, I’d be rich. My name is Kendra Merris, and I have asthma. If you go to this school, you have most likely heard about my asthma attacks. I have lived with this my entire life, I remember growing up taking my breathing treatments while other kids were outside playing. As a kid, it wasn’t as bad, it got bad in middle school. Timed miles started and I was fine at first. Then in 6th grade I started track, I ran every day after school but my asthma didn’t like that; I had asthma attack after asthma attack– too many to count. I wasn’t able to do track junior year because of it and now senior year I can’t for that and other reasons. There are attacks that stand out, like the time Austin Stanley, a former student from Meridian, had to pick me up and carry me inside, even with his broken arm. Or there’s the time I had to run that timed mile and I had an asthma attack. I remember the burning in my chest as I ran trying as hard as I could to get that presidential time, it didn’t hit me until I was done. I couldn’t breathe, I went to the office and I was white and blue. I was going down fast, I could barely keep my eyes open. I was so scared; my mom finally got there and she and the nurse got me breathing again but were so close to calling the ambulance. I hated it.
Most people think I hate to run from what I say. I joke around about my asthma like, “My time will be like an hour and a half because he will forget to stop the timer when I hit the ground.” or “I hate running,” but that’s not true. I actually love to run. What I don’t love is what happens to my body when I do run. The burning in my chest as soon as I start running. The pain I get in my head because of lack of oxygen. I hate gasping for air, the nasty taste of my inhaler, the shaking I have after I take it. I hate the “Are you okays?” even though they are just wanting to know how I am doing. I hate that I can’t just run, so many things have to be right for me to be able to run– like the weather. I would love to be able to go outside whenever I want and run but that’s just not practical for me.
I don’t like the fact that a timed mile stresses me out so much. I hate that everyone in my classes can just run and feel fine. Like today everyone was just running, and there I was four laps in and already hitting the ground from an asthma attack. Friends running to come help me because they probably already saw it coming. I have wonderful friends that come over to pick me up and help me inside the whole time telling me those words, in through your nose, out through your mouth. I love them, they help me so much, one of them literally knows exactly what to do every time I have one, Drew Newberry. But I hate the fact that they have to do that, they couldn’t finish their mile because of me. I hate feeling like I can’t do it. I push myself so hard and I know I shouldn’t but who likes to feel like they can’t do something? I just wanna be able to breathe easy, in through my nose, out through my mouth.