Strange dream… running on a treadmill…

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)

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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