Running Woman...or at least very fast walking...

I want to RUN...I want to be one of those women that jumps out of bed, throws on my cute running clothes, grabs my cell phone and runs out the door for my daily 5 mile run...

you know the ones that you see on tv or the movies...with theme music and a Rocky video montage... or the ones in your neighborhood...the skinny ones...

I have this vision, of the family all nestled in their beds and me out for my morning run, running past the newpaper kid while he's delivering papers...Running past the old couple taking their dog on a walk...Running past the local doughnut  shop while the cops change from night to morning shifts...Running past the bread delivery guys as they make their morning deliveries to the local grocery store...(not that I have a local grocery store close enough to run to...well, maybe if I was the woman in my vision I could run to the store that's up the street, and I guess it's less than 2 miles from my house, but it's up a hill and on a CRAZY busy road without sidewalks...)...Running in the rain, Running in the fog, Running in the early morning fresh start of the day, Running in the heat, Running with my iPod in my ears and all my cares being left behind me on the sidewalk...(don't have an iPod, but the woman in my vision does)

But I get up in the morning and just start to think...think about strapping myself into my support system that allows me to attempt running and then I just start to think too much...does that woman in my vision eat breakfast before or after her morning run, does she brush her teeth, does she pound a cup of coffee,  does she check her facebook before she runs out the door, do her kids get up and need breakfast before she leaves, did she do all her dishes the night before and not have them screaming from the kitchen sink at her during her run?  Does she not have an amazingly cuddly, dashingly handsome, warm and cozy husband that she would rather crawl back in bed with than run out that door...

And then I realize that if I'm going to attempt to become the woman in my vision I need to stop thinking...and start doing...and maybe have my internet turned off between the hours of too early and bright and early so I won't be tempted by facebook and blogs...oh, and need to buy an iPod!

and it would also help if my good friend Rayna bought the house 4 blocks down from me, so I could drive to her house, while she brews the coffee, we both pound a cup back and then start our brisk morning walk together....
well a girl can dream right?


blog update...
So the reality happened like this...
I woke up wrapped myself in my warm robe, came upstairs to blog about wanting to run, waited for my automatic coffee maker to brew me my cup, facebooked my friend Rayna and asked if she wanted to go, got dressed in my cute new running clothes, brushed my teeth, didn't eat breakfast, didn't pound a cup of coffee because I hadn't set my automatic coffee maker last night, read the boy child two books, and then drove across town to meet up with Rayna and briskly walk for 1.5 miles and then kick our butts running the last .25 up hill, coughed up a lung, drove home, still coughing up my lungs, ate the pancakes my dashingly handsome husband made for the family, pound the cup of coffee that he also made (love him), and updated my blog!