I was actually fairly excited to stay up late last night and watch some girly type movies then lounge comfortably in the middle of my bed all by myself and read my book that I've been trying to finish for 3 weeks. In actuality though, I headed to bed probably a little earlier than usual, read less than a chapter in my book before turning out the light and was joined shortly thereafter by miss Leona who must have thought I was lonely all by my onesies. Every so often she'll sneak down and wiggle her way between Dan and me and it isn't a problem. Last night though she was all over the place and I ended up sleeping on the wrong side of the bed where I proceeded to wake up every hour and dream non stop about running. At one point, I was running barefoot with Angie Bee and I could not keep up with her. I felt bad because she had to keep circling back for me. Also, it was really rainy and we were afraid we wouldn't be able to get back over the bridge to blog about our adventure. Pretty random, I know. It seems like I've been dreaming about running and blogging a lot lately... maybe it occupies too much of my time?! I hate running dreams though because I always wake up sooooo tired. How come I can't ever have running dreams where I win a race and everyone loves me?
|Obviously not my knee. If I had quads|
like that guys I probably wouldn't be
dealing with knee pain.
And since this has been a fairly wordy and boring post, here's a pic of my little