What I dreamed about last night

It's that time of year. And all this talk -- by my friends -- about running races has me dreaming about running in one myself.

Last night I had a dream that I was supposed to run a marathon, but I woke up late and yelled at Ben for letting my sleep in. By the time I got to the race, it had already started. I was also unable to get my contacts to work, and I knew I wouldn't be able to run with out them. Basically, the dream ended with me driving away with my family. Defeated.

I ran only around 3.5 miles today on the treadmill. Not quite marathon training. It was a small victory, though. It's hard for this gal to run more than 20 minutes on treadmills. I usually get bored unless there's good TV to keep me entertained.