Last night I dreamt I was running in a race, only the race entailed doing laps around a floor of a hotel. When I had completed the requisite number of laps, I went looking for the finish line but couldn’t find it. I ran up and down stairs and escalators and became more and more frantic as the time on my watch just kept increasing and increasing. Finally I happened upon the race organizers who were handing out the race medals. I went up to them and said I couldn’t find the finish line. They handed me a race medal instead, but I didn’t want it. All I wanted was the finish line.
No, my little psych majors, I don’t need you to interpret this dream for me. I already know what it relates to.
I hate being stressed out about work.
I’m bummed today, because I should have been going to Edinburgh for the weekend to hang out with friends and finally get to hike up Arthur's Seat (not a euphemism). But no, it wasn’t meant to be apparently.
I hate work deadlines.
On a cheerier note, I got in a six mile run yesterday morning. I’d planned to meet my friend at the park just as it opened for a short three miler, so I set my alarm clock an hour earlier than that to get some extra miles in. I was hoping for at least a total of 7 miles, but it took me forever to get up and go after my alarm clock went off. About 25 minutes, in fact.
Is this normal or am I just plain lazy? I’d love to hear from all you other morning runners. How long does it take you to get out for your run after you wake up in the morning? What exactly does your morning routine entail? I need some tips on how to streamline my mornings.
Okay, that’s it from me. I hope you all enjoy the long weekend. Good luck to all those racing. I look forward to reading your race reports next week.