Breath: Self-experiment – nasal running
When I was growing up, I hated running. The gasping for breath, the lack of purpose, the jarring bones. What was the point? And I wasn’t good at it. So as...
When I was growing up, I hated running. The gasping for breath, the lack of purpose, the jarring bones. What was the point? And I wasn’t good at it. So as...
“Are you sucking wind?” This question floated out of the south Georgia night sky while I lay flat on my back in the end zone, chest heaving within t...