REPOST: Running?

I have often had dreams that I am running. Not running from anything, just running. Carefree. Locks fully extended riddin' on the wind. Arms pumpin'. Brow sweatin'. Sexy as all get out. Yet, I am never breathless.

I walk 2 miles in the neighborhood. On the last 1/4 of the 2 miles I walk/run. This simply means that I speed walk to the light pole and run, not jog, to the next light pole. Why do I do this madness all the way home? Because I am 5'2 about 160 and this is down from 180 (thank you master cleanse). Now that I am lighter than I was a few months/years ago I feel more energetic most of the time. Well, today I really pushed it. When I got home I told my husband how hard I ran (bout to die, but feeling proud), he looked at me heaving for breath and sweatin' like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, and simply says, "Okay Mae Bell, Anna Bell", something like that. He was looking at me like I was old and had better be careful. If I wasn't so tired I would've thrown one of my three sweaty shirts at him. Anyhoo, I felt really good, but really tired.

I want to do this everyday, but I need a tread mill. Why? Because I need variety. I also need to be excuseless on rainy or extremely hot or cold days. Last summer I fell off the wagon, because it was hot as Satan's breath outside and I just wasn't ready to see Jesus.