If you know me at all in real life, you may know that I’m a bit of a worrier. Little do you know I’m actually an INSANELY LARGE WORRIER. In college I had terrible insomnia all the time because I could never shut off my brain from worrying about something. It’s obnoxious. Oftentimes my dreams will reflect my brain’s erratic sense of reasoning. This weekend I had some great ones I deemed worthy of sharing. Enjoy.
In dream #1 I was on the University of Alabama’s campus for orientation. Not surprisingly the campus looked somewhat similar to my undergrad campus (I’ve never seen Alabama’s campus FYI). I had arrived at orientation crazy early and decided to do a little exploring. I made my way in to this gorgeous old library and was looking around for approximately 5 minutes when I heard over the loud speaker, “Will Jeri _______ please report to orientation, you are severely late!” I looked at my watch to realize that the couple of hours I had to spare had whittled away and I was now 8, (8!) minutes late. Naturally I panicked and started running towards the building orientation was held in. “I can’t believe she’s late for this. She was late yesterday too!” I hear the orientation organizer say under her breath, not realizing the speaker was still on. My heart dropped.
Out of nowhere, this building is now housed on top of an extremely large hill. Roughly a straight 90 degree angle. And covering the hill is parachute fabric. I try to sprint as hard as I can and resort to clawing my hands in on my knees to pull myself up the parachute covered grassy knoll. Upon my arrival there is a hot air balloon waiting to take me. There is one other student in there but the basket is so tight of a fit that we all have to ride up with one leg dangling out of the basket. Safety first, I guess.
Once I finally get to my class, I learn that Daniel Radcliffe (aka Harry Potter) is in my cohort. And I think, sweet! I’m going to make him dress up for Halloween with me and we’re going to win sooooooooo many contests (I occasionally like to think I can pull off a good Hermione with my crazy wavy hair). And then I woke up.
Dream #2..... Uh.
Well stupid me started writing this post when I had some free time, and got distracted. So much so that I didn't bother to leave myself any "clues" as to what dream #2 entails. I asked Kyle because I know I told him, but apparently he doesn't keep a dream journal for me. WTH?
Most recently I dreamt that I was living in a post apocalyptic world. Somehow I had managed to survive (probably because of my extensive knowledge of zombie attack survival; don't ask how this relates to non-zombie attack end of the world circumstances.... ). My biggest concern in this dream scenario was getting in my training runs. Oy. Running on the brain. Always.
Tuesday night I hit up the treadmill yet again to get through some miles. The heat index up in here has been around 115 which is enough to actually melt my flesh off, so yeah... TM, I'm all over you. I always save up my magazines for treadmill workouts, because reading while running makes the miles fly by. I grabbed a recent fitness mag, and then scored 3 dirty/juicy gossip mags at my gym. Who needs some celebrity gossip, I haz it!
Prior to the run, Renee, Krista and I made a treadmill survival pact. We all had to hit the TM because of the heat, and I didn't want to be the one to wuss out, and that really helped me get through the miles. Also the fact that I surely would've died if I ran 6 miles outside.
I did 6 miles 57 minutes-ish. I think the pace was 9:36. I'm too lazy to look.
Good news: The heat is going to break overnight! I don't think the temps have dipped below 80 since last Thursday. We'll have a low of 67!!!! tonight. Yes I will be up early to do my recovery run. YAYZIES!