At some point during the night I woke up from a dream. It was the morning I was going to be running my first marathon. I’m not sure what happened, but there was something about picking up the race packet and them not having my bib. All I know is I had to go to a friends house and get the bib and then run somewhere else and pick stuff up. At one point I said something like it was only 10 so I could still run it. And then it was 4. I could probably still make it there and run it. I was still trying to get to that starting line, but just couldn’t seem to get there.
The marathon I plan on running is in October. I don’t even start training for it for until June. I’m already having nightmares about making it to the start line?
