I had the strangest dream last night. This marathon thing is getting to me now. I dreamt I was running in a marathon. Not Disney, mind you, but some random, local marathon. It was warm and I tried to exchange my t-shirt for a racing top, but they didn’t have my size. Then, as part of the marathon course, I was required to climb a 50-foot ladder to a platform, then I had to climb back down. One of the race volunteers had promised to hold this tall ladder while I climbed down (I am afraid of heights by the way). But he didn’t, so I fell to the ground, landing on my left leg. Angered, I confronted a race director about 1)why didn’t you have a volunteer hold the ladder steady for me? and, most important 2) why is there a ladder on a marathon course?! Before I got an answer my alarm went off to go run. But it was essentially flooding outside, so I turned it off and tried to return to slumber and my race director.
The good news is that I WAS clothed during the entire dream. No naked running dreams, YET.