The Waiting . . . Is the Hardest Part.

Well, I finally had my MRI this morning . . . now I just have to wait to hear from the doc in the next couple of days with my official diagnosis (which I probably won't understand a word of--maybe I should have paid closer attention during my year and a half of pre-med in college!). EEK! My mother has told me many times that I shouldn't waste my time worrying when there's a) nothing I can do about it, and b) no guarantee that it's even worth worrying about; but I just can't help myself! I want to find out how long I'm going to be out so I can try to figure out when to tentatively plan my next marathon for and go ahead and half sorta/kinda pick one out!! Ha. I know, I know. (imagine a concerned but seriously annoyed motherly voice) "You're only torturing yourself with this running talk, Bailey!" I should probably listen to my mama . . .

In other news, I had a very vivid marathon dream yesterday morning as I was waking up. I was running a marathon and there were no mile markers anywhere. I was asking everyone in sight, trying to find out how many miles were left. Finally, someone responded that there was less than a mile to go. I was so excited, and I saw these toll booth-looking things up ahead in the distance that I thought HAD to be the finish. Nope, not so much the finish. I kept on running. As this was happening, I think I was, in fact, very aware that the alarm was going off. However, I REALLY wanted to finish that marathon, and I knew I had to be close. I was not going to let myself wake up until I reached that finish line!! Finally, after several minutes of listening to the alarm blare, Wilson (who was already up) came in and shook my foot a bit to try and wake me up. I knew exactly what was happening, despite the fact that I was dreaming, and I fought SO hard to stay asleep and finish my dream. No dice. I eventually woke up, much to my dismay. Upon doing so, I immediately hit snooze and tried desperately to get back to sleep, hoping I could re-enter my marathon where I'd left off. Nope. Sadly, I was just too awake by that point. Bummer! Oh well. I guess the next marathon dream will be even sweeter when I finally get through it :)

Well, I think I'm going to take a lunch-time gym trip and try to pathetically bike a little (I've been told to start at ten minutes or so--weak!) and do some weightlifting with my weakling arms. Hope all is well out there in blogland! :)