Last night, I dreamed I was running the Steamboat Springs Marathon again. Steamboat was my second marathon in June 2010 and it was fabulous. The entire race was at altitude and had a large number of hills in it. The marathon starts 26.2 miles outside of the town and runners basically run along one road the entire time. Although there is barely any crowd support until the very end, the scenery is spectacular. Despite the altitude, hills, and heat (it was up to 80 degrees by the time I finished), I was happy to finish within 3 minutes of my first marathon time.
|Nothing like views of the mountains to really make you feel like you are just a small piece of this large world.|
So, anyway, my dream; it was weird. It started with a train that took us through the mountains to the starting village. Then we ran. But there were a number of obstacles along the way. No, not like the mud and water that you might find in an obstacle course race. It was more like a maze that we needed to follow to get to the end. Sounds kind of fun, right? I was panicking in the my dream that I was getting lost and going the wrong way.
We also had to stop along the way and eat. Not like eating a gel or chew before coming up to a water station, but like we had to sit down at picnic tables and eat lunches provided to us. It was a requirement to eat, but I took the option to only eat half a sandwich and have the other half waiting for me at the end of the race. Later, we got back on the train (where we dined more) and then it would drop us off at a place where we had to run about 5 more miles and then we were done with the race.
What a strange dream. I was anxious during most of it because I hated that I kept stopping to find my way or to eat. I just wanted to run and get to the end, not dilly-dally around. In my dream, the race was like an all-day coordinated event where you were shuffled around, but also had to complete certain challenges (mostly running and finding the correct route). Now that the dream has come and gone, I kind of like the idea of a marathon maze. I am not, however, convinced that this dream was a sign that I need to go out and sign up for the next Tough Mudder or Spartan Race. And I will gladly save my food until after the race, thank you very much.
What was your craziest running-related dream?