Oh my God, people. I need help. SRSLY, as the kids say. Or would that be text? Anyway.
I had a running dream this morning. It was...highly entertaining? curiously detailed? frustration-provoking?
I decided I would run a marathon AS PRACTICE FOR THE DETROIT MARATHON. My "warmup" marathon was called "The Motor City Marathon" (which, incidentally, was the ancestor of the current Detroit Marathon). It started inside a parking garage. The elite runners started first. I was standing in the next starting wave and I realized I was wearing flip-flops. "OH MY GOD!" I screamed. "I FORGOT TO PUT ON MY RUNNING SHOES!" I flip-flopped as fast as I could back to the gear area and jammed my shoes on my feet and made it back just in time. And we're off! OK, I thought, I'm just going to cruise along at around an 8:45/mile pace. Things are good. I'm settling into my groove. And then...things got a little...weird. First of all, the race route went into some kind of...mall?...or something, and to get inside you had to pay a fee and go through a turnstile like the ones in NYC subway stations, except you couldn't just get a MetroCard, no, you had to swipe your plastic and sign a receipt and the person punching buttons was so unhelpful, and the system was down (aren't they always) and I was looking at my Garmin and muttering, "Come on, come on, come ON, this is totally runing my time!" since the race was chip-timed and every second's delay was COSTING ME. FINALLY I was able to scribble my name on the credit card slip and passed through the gate.
The weirdness continued as the race route went through several buildings, including college clasrooms (in session!), a restaurant (sushi...or maybe Mongolian?) and what looked like the street my grandparents lived on in my hometown in California. The route was marked on the ground in pink chalk which was barely visible and I was certain I was going to get lost. At some point I remember looking at Garmy and seeing I had gone 11 miles. Only 15 more to go!
After that things get a little hazy and I really can't remember anything else. However, the best detail of all was that my bib was green, which is the bib color used for Detroit to indicate the wearer is a first-time marathoner. In my dream I was worried because if I ran my "practice" marathon, would that mean I couldn't wear the green bib for the "real" marathon? I'm looking forward to proudly wearing that green bib come race day and if I can't...well...*cry*.
I can't even remember to bring to work the vase of flowers I cut out at the farm yesterday but my subconscious is "with it" enough to make sure my race bib is green in the silliest running dream ever.