I awoke in a daze, only able to remember parts of it.
It was late morning on race day. I must have BQ’d because I was desperately trying to get to Hopkinton. Tom was sick but alive. He’d moved the car so that we wouldn’t get a ticket, but couldn’t remember where he’d left it.
Everything seemed to be going wrong. I had no GU, and had forgotten to pack my fuelbelt. I was wondering if this would prove dangerous. Would they hand out carbohydrate gels on the course? Would they have enough water? After the fiasco in Chicago, I couldn’t be sure.
I kept trying to reach Jeff and Dianna. We were supposed to ride to the start together. But they weren’t answering their phone. It just beeped and beeped….
Then I realized that the beeping was my alarm clock, trying to rip me away from my dream.
Dreams have a way of seeming so real. Sometimes it’s a relief to wake up, sometimes it’s not. There are days when I’ve forced myself back to sleep to continue dreaming a dream because I didn’t want it to end. Of course it always does eventually. A person can stay asleep and in bed only so long.
Yikes, that is alarming. It’s fascinating the stuff that fills our heads when we are asleep.
The brain sorts out information in the strangest way when we sleep.
My dreams are usually more boring than that one, but maybe someday we can run Boston together! I promise I’ll bring extra gu.
oh god…what a horrible dream! ever since my first marathon fiasco where traffic had me at the start ten minutes after the gun fired, i have the WORST pre-race dreams nightmares. glad it was just that! the best part of that dream, though, was that you BQ’d. THAT part was prophecy.