Mon - 6 miles dreadmill
Today - 35 minutes elliptical
Literally.
I now know that running has taken its rightful place in my brain clutter, next to horseback riding and theater.
How?
I dreamt about it.
Running in my dream. How many people can say this occurs when not paired with the words "away" or "couldn't" or "in slow motion'?
The setting, oddly enough, was my old middle school, as were the cast of characters. I was cruising through my first marathon, and doing amazingly well. No fatigue, no wall. I was solid. I zipped through empty classrooms and all around the school grounds. I remember the doors getting in my way, and being anxious that people were going to catch up and pass me. This stood out because when I normally run, getting passed or passing are the two least important things I consider.
Then, my cat Chester fell off my hip (he likes to sleep on my hip when I'm lying on my side. He's a strange cat) and woke me up out of that dream. I promptly fell into another dream STILL set at my middle school (VERY strange, I usually never double up on location), only this time the dream was PRE race and I was anxious because I couldn't find my water bottle and I knew the marathon would be starting soon.
It's nice to have running dreams. It makes me think that running is more than a passing phase, and combined with my upcoming forray into cycling, it's the strongest driving force keeping me in Greensboro this summer, away from horse freelancing. My house can be rented (of course I would check in on it once or twice a month), and the cats would be under the care of my roommate (again, of course checked in on). But it's impossible to run or bike at a horse show, or a farm, and while I would stay fit, it wouldn't be in the same way.
Besides, so far, running dreams WAY beat out horse riding dreams, which usually center around some sort of horrible anxiety where I can't find my tack/equipment/ring/I'm entered in the Grand Prix/my horse is falling over/the trailer is gone/etc.
I would much rather not be able to find my water bottle.
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