I don'f often have vivid dreams. Last night I had one that running friends will realize the unlikelihood of it actually happening. Makes me think about the "meaning" to the degree that dreams have meaning.
I was at some international track and field competition running the anchor leg of a 4x400 relay. (For my non-running friends on most tracks that is a run that is one lap for each runner.) I got the baton with a big lead and managed to hang on for the victory against someone who was supposed to be very fast. People I know from today including hockey parents were there to greet me at the finish where we went into a chant of "U-S-A! U-S-A!"
Yes, I still love my track workouts. I always have. And, I presume, I always will. But I couldn't even make the 4x400 team for the Penn Relays in high school 28 years ago. The 400 was never a great event for me. The only event I was ever really even all that good at was the 1600 meeter run. And I can't tell you why my brain would want to highlight a relay race for a distance shorter than I was ever any good at.
As I write this, I can throw something out there as an idea for interpreting my dream. It did represent a win against the odds at a race I aspired to get into (everyone wanted to run at the Penn Relays back in the day). And I needed some help from my fellow athletes to participate in the win--being give such a big lead. So, perhaps it does go along with my current running goals. Working with a little help from my friends toward a goal that many say is against all odds--the Comrades run next year. Some 56 miles. Completely the opposite end in terms of distance. But needing help from my friends in what may be perhaps even more important ways--like the endless training miles. Especially in a week in which I had just run with others four times in one week (with runs of four different paces at 7, 6, 5, and 1 miles) for the first time in a VERY long time.
What about the hockey parents? Not entirely sure. But we did watch our kids play a heck of a game yesterday. Despite losing 7-2 they played a MUCH BETTER game against a team that had beaten them 9-0 in the opening game of the season. And, among other things, they played together better as a team--again reflecting the importance of friends in achieving goals.
If anyone has any other ideas on what this might mean given my crazy connecting-the-dots mind, I'm open to suggestions.
I was at some international track and field competition running the anchor leg of a 4x400 relay. (For my non-running friends on most tracks that is a run that is one lap for each runner.) I got the baton with a big lead and managed to hang on for the victory against someone who was supposed to be very fast. People I know from today including hockey parents were there to greet me at the finish where we went into a chant of "U-S-A! U-S-A!"
Yes, I still love my track workouts. I always have. And, I presume, I always will. But I couldn't even make the 4x400 team for the Penn Relays in high school 28 years ago. The 400 was never a great event for me. The only event I was ever really even all that good at was the 1600 meeter run. And I can't tell you why my brain would want to highlight a relay race for a distance shorter than I was ever any good at.
As I write this, I can throw something out there as an idea for interpreting my dream. It did represent a win against the odds at a race I aspired to get into (everyone wanted to run at the Penn Relays back in the day). And I needed some help from my fellow athletes to participate in the win--being give such a big lead. So, perhaps it does go along with my current running goals. Working with a little help from my friends toward a goal that many say is against all odds--the Comrades run next year. Some 56 miles. Completely the opposite end in terms of distance. But needing help from my friends in what may be perhaps even more important ways--like the endless training miles. Especially in a week in which I had just run with others four times in one week (with runs of four different paces at 7, 6, 5, and 1 miles) for the first time in a VERY long time.
What about the hockey parents? Not entirely sure. But we did watch our kids play a heck of a game yesterday. Despite losing 7-2 they played a MUCH BETTER game against a team that had beaten them 9-0 in the opening game of the season. And, among other things, they played together better as a team--again reflecting the importance of friends in achieving goals.
If anyone has any other ideas on what this might mean given my crazy connecting-the-dots mind, I'm open to suggestions.
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