Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Last night I had the craziest dream involving an ultrarunner houseguest, my father (who passed away nearly 10 years ago) and the idea of running, but I never ran more than a few feet in the dream. On one hand I want it to have this weighty symbolism, but I'm sure it was just a brain dump. I've been thinking about running so much lately and doing very little of it (other than the rainy trail miles on Sunday) that this was probably my mind's gentle reminder. Time to hit the trails for sure. Time to do, not just dream.
I'm so ready.