Seven
It's a lucky number...and the total miles I ran Saturday!!!
It was definitely a make or break weekend. If I didn't complete seven miles, then my training schedule for the half marathon in early April would be thrown way off. The weather was perfect then...50's...a little breeze...and I was in the zone. My feet did go numb (as they do sometimes) after mile four...but I kept on and did my last three. I'm not sure what causes that.
Saturday night I was a little restless in bed (not that kind of restless perverts...that was earlier in the day). J told me I kept twitching and my legs kept shaking. I had no idea. It kept him up most of the night. I felt so bad. I told him next time to wake me up and I'd go in the guest room to sleep. Apparently I didn't have enough potassium after my run, and that causes the shakes.
Sunday night was a different story...sort of. I was sleeping fine and remember dreaming I was in a lazy river type place like you see at water parks. I'm not sure if you recall my fish phobia...but I'm anti-fish...they scare me. All of a sudden, several fish started swimming toward me and I was panicking!!! Then I saw a large yellow/white snake like fish coming at me fast, so I tried to jump out of the water and started screaming....I WOKE MYSELF UP SCREAMING AND JUMPING UP!!! Of course it woke J up too. I just said "ooh...i had a bad dream...i'm sorry to wake you.' He shushed me and cuddled up to me to spoon and said 'it'll be ok'...just go to sleep. And I did...all comforted in his embrace.
Well that didn't last long...I was too afraid to go back to sleep...and didn't rest much the rest of the night.
Today I emailed J the dream I had and he laughed and laughed in front of one of his classes.
BTW...it was 50 Saturday...18 Sunday...and now there's a few inches of ice and sleet and freezing rain on the ground. AWFUL! The whole town is shut down.
"W"
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Hubby and I climbed into a pool of stingrays last year on our cruise. He was outta there in mini-seconds....no way. Those funky rays swimming in between our legs and up against us. He wanted no part of it.
Wow, I loved the petting-pool for stingrays. Swimming with them would be more intense, but almost like science fiction.
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