Every time I have a dream about running, it makes me want to get up and RUN my legs off. Usually the dreams I have about running are ones where my legs are going really fast and the scenery is moving, but I'm not going anywhere. It's the most frustrating feeling ever, and this morning I had one of those dreams right before I woke up.
And then I ran 11 miles.
Never in my whole life did I ever think it would be possible. Or easy. Or FUN. Well, as I'm typing this, I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to stand after I get off the couch, but it was worth it. I haven't done a really good run in the past couple of weeks because of Thanksgiving and then getting sick, and I was TERRIFIED that I wouldn't be able to do 13 on January 9. Now...I know I can do it and that it will be fun. The only thing I'm worried about is still going while not being able to run with Luna in the race...every so often, she looks up at me to check to make sure I'm still going, and I smile at her, and she smiles at me, and she comes extra close to me so I can pat her head and she trots along happily. It makes my run so much more enjoyable so that we can smile at each other.
Needless to say, now I'm super excited about the half-marathon in Jackson, not only because I feel strong, but also because I'll get to spend a little bit of time with my 4 best friends: Elise, Martha, Claire, and the Bean (and Zoe and Craig, too. We may even be able to take Looney with us if Claire says we can bring her in the new house!)
Speaking of Thanksgiving (well, awhile go, but still), I was really proud of myself for cooking my first Thanksgiving dinner for Mom and me:
Turkey breast with cranberry pecan stuffing. SO good.
And Nana's corn pudding, green bean casserole, Sister Schubert's rolls, cranberry sauce, and Mom brought sweet potato casserole. YUM! I'm getting hungry just looking at it.
See, parents? I'm more self-sufficient than you think.