Dreams and nightmares usually happen to me when I’ve been thinking about something a lot. When I waitressed during the summer college years I always had nightmares about forgetting to bring people their food. It was awful! Well last night I had my first running nightmare. It was marathon morning and throughout the race I was running in slow motion. It was as if something was holding me back and preventing me from getting into my stride. I don’t even know what the outcome of the race was because the dream did not last that long–I’m glad.
I’ll blame my brain’s thoughts on pre-race jitters. With the race just a little over a week away, I’ve been starting to have worries that I am not ready and won’t hit my target, which has changed throughout my training. I need to remind myself that I have worked hard to get to this point and that I am going to do just fine. And no matter the outcome, running a marathon in and of itself is something to be proud of accomplishing.
Jumping out of bed this morning was a little easier since I felt like I had to prove the dream was not real. So I completed seven miles on the trail, focusing on my breathing and stride and then simply enjoying some music. I also took time to view the beauty of the Virginia fall scenery while quietly thanking God for the incredible opportunity I have been given to stretch my mind and body throughout this process.
Race day is going to be great!