Edit: WordPress has gone crazy with the formatting on this post but won’t let me into edit the coding. Hopefully it will appear pretty again soon.
I’ve been having a difficult time figuring out what to post today. The trouble with having a training focused blog is that there’s nothing much to post about on days off.
Instead of being stressed out about the things I’m not doing this week – I though I’d post all of the things I’m enjoying today.
What makes you happy today?
I’ve mentioned on the blog that I have been having crazy dreams about Virginia Beach but last night… well, that was the weirdest pre-race dream ever. It was one of those dreams that was so weird that I had to wake my boyfriend up to tell him about it.
Setting: I’m at a Taylor Swift concert with my brother (I guess my subconscious knows that I love me some Taylor Swift concerts).
So little bro and I are walking around and thankfully dream concert land is easy to navigate. We stop right in front of the stage, which has a little stair case in the front. Standing on the staircase is Lil Wayne.
So Lil Wayne is standing with JayZ and he waves me over but tells my brother to go home. And my brother listens… thanks kid. Way to leave me with a dude that has tear drop tattoos under his eye. At least there’s only 2.
Me: Hey Lil Wayne! I didn’t know you’re a Taylor Swift fan! Hi JayZ!
Lil Wayne: Did you hear Beyonce is pregnant? See you later HOV. JayZ leaves.
Me: Um, bye JayZ.
LW: Want to hang out next weekend? I have to go to jail tonight but I’ll only be there for a few days.
Me: I have my first half marathon next weekend I can’t.
LW: If you hang out with me you can run another race. You can run as many half marathons as you want.
Me: Well, I trained for this one… so I kind of want to run it.
LW: That’s cool. I’ll come watch.
Me: Um. That’s really nice of you.
LW: Want to hold hands? <— really. This happened.
Me: Sure, Lil Wayne.
LW: We can walk to jail. It’s right backstage.
Me: Um. Ok.
So I walk Lil Wayne to jail (while we hold hands) – which has an amazing view of the Taylor Swift concert. And I go home but home is my parent’s house. My little brother is there and he’s looking at my blog and he says “Wow, you got like 4 million hits because Lil Wayne linked to your blog on his website. He said he’s coming to watch you race. I hope you win!”
And then I wake up.
I’m pretty sure my brain has actually exhausted all normal pre-race dreams and this is what I’m left with. Maybe this is the last one.