I had a very odd dream yesterday… in my dream I was running on a treadmill… just me… alone… it was very Forrest Gump-esq except that it was just me with no followers. Forrest Gump was a favorite of ours… I believe we actually have it on DVD… which in my household means a lot…
I didn’t have a reason to be on the treadmill and I certainly wasn’t going anywhere… I was just running… nice easy strides like a Thoroughbred out for a easy gallop… no labored breathing… no sweating… no pain… just running- nice and easy. In my dream I was nice and fit… hey it was a dream…
Like Forrest, I just kept going and going and going…
Who knows what it means, but I can see the correlations between real life… lots of correlations…
Anyway… this morning, I got on the treadmill- it’s been a long hiatus. I walked 3 minutes, jogged a minute… walked 3 jogged 1… walked 3 … jogged 1. Rocker bottom shoes and all. Yes, I sweated… ladies perspire… I sweat… My breathing wasn’t near as labored as I expected… maybe the trips to the gym have been helping. I felt like I could do more, which was refreshing, but I remembered my lameness and decided better to err on the side of caution. I got out the good ‘ol 12 weeks to a 5K program… 5k workout We’ll see if my foot holds up…
I’d really like to be jogging the 5K at Philly LiveStrong Challenge & at Miles for Melanoma for DE 5K. So… we’ll see…
(Clip from Family Guy)
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 