Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

When listening to my anecdotes, lucky recipients sometimes interrupt to ask if they have a point or will ever end. And when I say “anecdotes”, I mostly mean “dreams”, because despite being chronically old now, I still sometimes ignore a lifetime’s worth of evidence suggesting that other people don’t, in fact, enjoy hearing about what my brain does while I’m asleep.

But I’m certain that YOU (someone who is bothering to read an infrequent blog about infrequent running) will love reading this shit…

For a couple of weeks now I’ve been having crap dreams about this marathon thing. Not so much the running, but all the admin I have to do before the race… Getting a train (missing the train), going to the right area of London (going to the wrong area of London), picking up my race number (forgetting to pick up my race number), charging my iPod (you get the picture). Two weeks of boring but stressful dreams along those lines. Waking up in the early hours of the morning with initial confusion that it’s light, then pleasant realisation that it’s nearly summer, then nagging guilt that I should probably go for a run before work. My right eye has been twitching for two days. Woe. Is. Me.

But then last night I had a wonderful dream.

I was running in the marathon (presumably the admin was complete) and it was actually alright. Every time I thought about walking I realised I didn’t need to. My legs didn’t hurt. My breathing was steady and easy. The sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot. I was effortlessly overtaking people. At one point I even tried to update my Facebook status while running. “Just going for a little jog in London” it would’ve said if I had the capacity to type in dreamland and wasn’t just mashing the phone with my dream paws. And no-one would’ve thought that was an annoying thing to say. Everyone would’ve been well happy that I was having the best run of my life. I woke up at 5am with a twitchy eye but whatever.

So… What was my point? Yeah, right… As we all know, Gabriel famously sang, “Dreams can come true (look at me babe I’m with you)”, so if I take that as a FACT that applies only to last night’s dream and none of the others, I guess everything’s gonna be aaaaaall right on the night (Sunday morning).

The end.


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