In my dreams..

Literally, I was dreaming about running last night. I am beginning to go stir-crazy sitting on my couch under my fuzzy green blanket (which is quite cozy, actually). While most of the country is digging themselves out of 20 or 30" of snow, the reason I have only been dreaming about running is because I have been pathetically sick. Boo-hoo for me, right? My fever is still here, and to abide by the "running sick" rules, I will grudgingly stay in once again to flip through the channels filled with old sitcoms (oh, "Step-by-Step", I haven't seen you since the days of TGIF on my childhood Friday nights).

Why am I so worried about running? "Get healthy", you say. "What's the rush?", you ask. Well only that I have 7.5 more weeks until Go! St. Louis Half Marathon!! Woot woot! And that was the clincher you were all waiting for. The goal. The carrot at the end of the string that I am running after (har, har). I won't give too much away in this first post; but I have a goal that only hard work and dedication will help me obtain.

I do know that it is better for me to rest up and get the sniffles, sneezes, and *ahem* other things out of my system before bounding back on the treadmill. And I hope to be back on track tomorrow for a slow, but steady 5 (or 6) miles.

For now, it's time to rest and read "In Defense of Food".

Review to come soon. :D