I imagine...

I imagine myself going for a run. A nice long run around where I live. Listening to my or my husband's Mp3 players and jogging to the beat. I imagine how I would feel going on this run. I feel incredible. My feet pick up the pace but not too fast, just enough to keep me motivated and moving. The air on my face feels wonderful as I round the corner. One mile. Then two. Then three. Piece of cake. I make it home and my body and my heart are happy. Oh how I wish I really could run right now! Until the baby comes, I'll just have to stick to using my imagination. Run number two. A nice long run...