**…And visions of running dance through her head**

I’m losing it, really.  I feel like such a sloth all the time- I’m dead tired or sore or feel like a huge rolly polly stuffed sausage (yes, have a good laugh at that analogy).   Since highschool, I have had an on/off relationship with running- there were months where I’d run a 2-3 miles 3 or so times a week religiously, and then months where I’d not do anything.   Just before I had gotten pregnant I had started up running again, and actually the weekend I found out I was pregnant with Porter I had ran on the beach in Grand Haven, nearly exhausting myself from running in the sand. I love running- I love the peacefulness of just you and the pavement and your mind.  Once I realized I was pregnant I gave up running- I was afraid to jeopardize this pregnancy.  So, its been a good 6 months since I’ve had a good exercise.  I’m SO ready to start back up.  I registered for a jogging stroller and hopefully there will be some good running days ahead for Porter and I. 

Anyways, as I sit here feeling like a lazy sloth, I wanted to say that I’ve started dreaming of running.  The other night I had a dream that me, Ryan, his mom and dad were on some kind of running path.  Ryan and Cathy (his mom) were further back and Ryan sat down on a bench.  Cathy said "I have to take a break. This asphalt is too thick" (whatever that means- HAHA!) and who knows where Dave (Ry’s dad) was in the dream- I just remember he was there. So after I see Ryan and Cathy take a break on this bench next to the "thick asphalt" trail, I take off up the hill just running and running.  I remember in my dream it felt awesome to be out and exercising my legs.  Now, mind you, in this dream I’m pregnant HAHA.  Isn’t that hilarious?  But for some reason I felt weightless and it felt as if I wasn’t pregnant.  Who knows.  Anyway, I think my mind is telling me that I am SO ready to get back into the routine.  Hopefully I still feel this way after having Porter.  Probalby not- I’ll be too exhausted.  I can dream, though, can’t I?