I think my brain is telling me something.
Feb. 15th, 2006 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zianurayI've had similar dreams for more than a month now.
I'm in the same body, basically, but with some major mods--it's lean and fit. My hair is still long and brown, but in the dreams it's cornrowed (to keep it out of way?) but no beads or ribbons, just rubberbands at the ends. I'm not wearing glasses. (Contacts? Lasik?) I AM wearing combat boots, ladderlaced for some reason, jeans that FIT--they don't sag or bag or pinch, and have enough give that I can sit lotus w/o adjusting, and a sportbra. I can tell that I have a key pinned into a front pocket and i think it must be a whistle in the other.
And I'm RUNNING.
This is kinda out of character at the momnet, being currently of the fat and lazy persuasion.
Thing is, I used to LIKE it. Not for like marathons or anything, and I've never been FAST...but I liked it.
And in the dreams I can feel my hair flying out behind my head and feel it tapping against shoulderblades or side of neck. I think I'm about 50. I can feel my heart beating strong and fast. I can feel that my muscles are loving the freedom to stretch and pull and propel me through the trees. I can hear an animal running alongside for a few paces, then veering off. I have no fear, just exilaration. I can see where I'm going, must be a clear night. I feel the takeoff and the landing without breaking stride when I jump a log or a rut.
Gods, it feels so right, so good.
Guess who's starting workouts. We don't have a place for a treadmill or weight bench, but I live in a small town and it is still relatively safe even at night. I can walk -- and later run -- in the mornings before I leave for work. I can improvise weights.
NOW--keep me honest, y'all.
I am currently, at 5'3", way past chubby. 330#. That's, like, just WAY too much for being healthy, though my blood sugar, BP, etc are all good and I can walk across the room, up the stairs, and down the street w/o dying of O2 starvation. (My knees, OTOH....)
Small steps first -- walk the length of the block each morning. No excuses. I can pace in the basement if i need to.
I'm in the same body, basically, but with some major mods--it's lean and fit. My hair is still long and brown, but in the dreams it's cornrowed (to keep it out of way?) but no beads or ribbons, just rubberbands at the ends. I'm not wearing glasses. (Contacts? Lasik?) I AM wearing combat boots, ladderlaced for some reason, jeans that FIT--they don't sag or bag or pinch, and have enough give that I can sit lotus w/o adjusting, and a sportbra. I can tell that I have a key pinned into a front pocket and i think it must be a whistle in the other.
And I'm RUNNING.
This is kinda out of character at the momnet, being currently of the fat and lazy persuasion.
Thing is, I used to LIKE it. Not for like marathons or anything, and I've never been FAST...but I liked it.
And in the dreams I can feel my hair flying out behind my head and feel it tapping against shoulderblades or side of neck. I think I'm about 50. I can feel my heart beating strong and fast. I can feel that my muscles are loving the freedom to stretch and pull and propel me through the trees. I can hear an animal running alongside for a few paces, then veering off. I have no fear, just exilaration. I can see where I'm going, must be a clear night. I feel the takeoff and the landing without breaking stride when I jump a log or a rut.
Gods, it feels so right, so good.
Guess who's starting workouts. We don't have a place for a treadmill or weight bench, but I live in a small town and it is still relatively safe even at night. I can walk -- and later run -- in the mornings before I leave for work. I can improvise weights.
NOW--keep me honest, y'all.
I am currently, at 5'3", way past chubby. 330#. That's, like, just WAY too much for being healthy, though my blood sugar, BP, etc are all good and I can walk across the room, up the stairs, and down the street w/o dying of O2 starvation. (My knees, OTOH....)
Small steps first -- walk the length of the block each morning. No excuses. I can pace in the basement if i need to.
