I have Tom Petty on the brain today, probably because he's doing the Super Bowl halftime show. No chance of a wardrobe malfunction there (please God!). Anyway, the song title fits what I wanted to write about today - running, and a dream.
I wrote a previous post about my dream where my daughter called me. I told a couple of my close friends about it, and they also had dreams about my girls, around the same time I did. I'm more convinced they my girls were just checking in and saying hey, we're good. Thanks to all of you who told me your stories too.
As for running, I also mentioned earlier that I was thinking of running in the 5 mile St. Pat's Day Run. Well, I've got a running partner now, so I guess I better get moving, literally. My training so far has involved...nothing. The run is in two months. I start tonight in earnest, but not too earnest. I don't want to pull a hammie or anything. Mmmm, ham...oh, yeah, running.
I've been lazy about my eating and exercising habits and I need to get out of this rut. I feel tired and generally blah when I get up in the mornings, and my energy isn't what I know it can be. When I eat better and work out, I feel better. So, I'm cracking the whip on myself. I need all the help I can get to feel good again.