Two dreams

#1

It's Ironman day. I get to the start which is windy, dark, and cold looking, only to realize that I have forgotten my swim cap and goggles. I don't know what to do. The gun goes off and people start chaotically swimming laps...in a pool. Some people are swimming, some are counting laps for the people swimming, but the time is running for everyone. It's chaos trying to get into the pool. Finally I find my purple swim cap and some goggles and jump in only to realize that my goggles leak the entire time I'm out there. That and I swam one lap literally crossing all of the lanes to end up clear across the pool from where I started. (I know I swim crooked, but across lane lines and everything?) I woke up in a cold sweat. Thankful to know that I'm not in fact doing Ironman this year and definitely not in a pool.

#2

I'm running Bloomsday. This is a big adventure for me since the fractured leg. I haven't run over three miles since the walking boot. I'm running Bloomsday with a group of girls (strange I know since I don't actually know a lot of athletic girls who would want to do this) who I don't really know that well, but I do recognize their faces from classes at school last year. (Sorry trigirl82, you weren't there. I don't know why. You were probably already done with the run.) We set out for the start of Bloomsday and I felt like I was forgetting something. I looked down and I had no shoes. I couldn't figure out how I forgot my trusty Newtons, but they were not on my feet. I told the other girls to go ahead and I would catch up. Getting back to my dresser which was situated in a large meeting room full of religious-type people talking about religious things and comparing them to a marathon (which I apparently knew that they knew nothing about-where am I getting this from trigirl82? Coincidence?) I was rolling my eyes and quietly trying to find my things and get out of there. As I was digging around in drawers for my shoes (what? isn't that where they are kept?) I realized that I didn't have my Garmin either. I found the HR strap, but I couldn't find the watch part so I continued to dig. Finally giving up on finding it I looked down and realized that I was wearing my husband's oversized gym shorts. I quickly changed out of those and was getting ready to go when I looked down to see that I was wearing my husband's oversized cotton Houston marathon shirt. Frustrated at my many oversights in dressing I searched for clothes that would suffice for doing this 7 mile run. I never found my stuff, but did interject to the religious people that if they wanted to know something about a marathon they should ask someone who has done one rather than talking about it like they actually know something about it (since they are so disciplined to get up and run 3 miles every morning they must know everything right?) I got outside and tried to run to catch up with the other girls knowing that the race had actually started an hour ago and they were likely close to the finish. I tried to run down the sidewalk but it was like running on a slip and slide. I couldn't get anywhere. I tried and tried to get to the start of the run, but never could make it. I was all alone slipping and sliding on the sidewalk until I woke up.

Strange huh?

Maybe it's being pregnant. Maybe I'm just crazy. I'm not completely sure. Every morning I wake up, roll over, and say, "I had the weirdest dream last night." The response is usually rolled eyes and a "You say that every morning."