When I played basketball I had a re-occurring stress dream where my coach went to put me in the game but I was not ready, my shoes were not on and my hair was down. Sounds funny but those dreams caused me crazy gut rot.
Last night I had my first vivid Marathon dream. UGH!! Hubby and I were in a park trying to find my Corral #5, only there were no numbers anywhere. I was sitting on the grass looking at a map when people started running. I FREAKED!! I was not ready, shoes were not on, fuel belt was empty of fluid, and it was time.. So I asked an older lady in a pink unofficial looking shirt and she said that was the "warm-up group" and that I had plenty of time. I realized I had to go and spotted a nearby restroom. (YEAH RIGHT like there would be a potty with a flushing toilet and no line in a race with 25,000 people, only in my dreams). When I came out the Corrals had all moved and I was LOST.
Muscle man was there and we frantically looked for my area to start. We ended up in an underground building with a bunch of Goth looking teenagers and darted out a back door. Once outside it was snowing and there was no start line to be found. I could not believe that I was wearing a tank top in the snow. A few other weirdo things and I woke up…. I hope that these dreams will not take place for the next 2 weeks, talk about torture.
Tonight Hubby and I are having date night and driving the Marathon course in Seattle. Hopefully that will put my mind at ease a little. I blame it on the cake, just don't eat sugar that much anymore, my system did not know what to do…LOL!!