Well, the marathon nightmares have started.
Last night’s: I lived in Pullman (where I went to college) and I got to the race on time, parked, etc. It was all so easy. Then I realized I didn’t have my Garmin or my SHOES. I had to drive back to my dorm to get them!
But of course there was traffic and then I took a wrong turn and I knew I was going to miss the pre-race meet-up. The dream actually woke me up before 5. Then I tossed and turned for 40 minutes before getting up to get ready to run (in the rain) with Chelsea, which is where I’m headed now.
Now that I think about the dream, though, it’s funny. How would you forget your shoes for a marathon?