I am not usually one to remember my dreams. But last Friday night I awoke remembering the dream I had and feeling quite relieved it was not real. I was back in high school (always a nightmare), I was a senior, and it was the first day of track intermurals ( I was a runner in high school). We were all sitting on the football stadium bleachers waiting to hear the day's work out. I was extremely uneasy and wondering if I even had the stamina for one lap. That was strange for me. I love running and looked forward so much to the beginning of track season. In fact, I was so nervous the thought of bailing was prime on my mind. I even told the random girl sitting next to me that I would not be able to meet my coaches high expectations and that I was... scared. Then I awoke to Scarlett's eager pleads for more food and I could not have been happier. While I nursed her I thought about the dream realizing the girl was not my 18 year old in shape, skinny self but my 24 year old, out of shape with baby pooch self. I have been very nervous to start running again, mainly because I know how difficult it will be. I have not run for 5 months (before that I had run almost everyday for over 9 years). I am going to be out of breath, have to walk, and be sore. I did not want to find out just how out of shape I have become and how much time I must make up. But despite all this I through all excuses out the window and Saturday morning went for a 3 mile run... and it was wonderful. I forgot how magical it is to put on the head phones, forget all worries (and crying baby) and just run. Even though it took me 35 minutes to run 3 miles I felt like my old self again. Did I have to stop and walk, yes. Was I sore that day and the next, yes. Was it so worth it, yes. Let the running and getting back into shape (maybe even as in shape as I was senior) begin !
Looking at the world below after conquering Black Mountain during senior year. I am third from the right.
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