This morning I woke up from a deep sleep full of dreams. We hit the gym fairly late last night, leaving when it closed at 10:00 p.m. I wasn't planning on going at all, but then The Biggest Loser was on TV and for whatever reason I cannot in good conscience lie around watching that show without feeling extremely guilty. About forty minutes into the episode, I got up and headed off to the gym with Ellie, who had been asking to go all night anyway. I guess there is something about watching people work hard to get where they want to be that still is pretty motivating for me.
I took it pretty easy on both the elliptical-like-gazelle thing and the treadmill. Honestly it was a fairly leisurely eleven-minute-mile pace. Enough that it felt good, though I was still a bit sore from my weekend cross-country skiing. It was also my first gym workout in about a week, so it actually felt good to be back at it. There are about eight weeks to go until the B.A.A. 5K, and I have big hopes for that race. Thinking about racing as I headed for bed must have gotten embedded in my subconsciousness because sure enough, I had a running/race dream.