Photo: freebird (bobinson|ബോബിന്സണ്), Flickr Creative CommonsI had a dream yesterday morning that left me feeling a little weird. It started off pretty good, but I can't really remember the first installment. The alarm clock blared, I got out of bed, slapped the snooze, and fell back into bed and back where I left off with the dream. I don't remember the second part that well either. It was followed by the same routine with the clock as the first and again I picked up where I left off, except that each time the dream restarted it took a slightly different track to the point that it started off pleasant but ended kind of creepy by the end of the third installment.
I just know that by the third segment I had left the group I had been with earlier and was alone in a house. The house was familiar in the dream, but I had the feeling that I was on a trip. I had put my two backpacks in a closet and not bothered to unpack anything because I knew this was only a short stay. I noticed there were a pair of chickens, a rooster and a hen, standing in front of a door in the living room of the house. When I wondered aloud if they were real or simply statues, the rooster spoke and said that there had once been a large flock there but the others had all been killed by something else in the house. The hen, he said, was a fake, meant to create the illusion of numbers and the safety numbers bring. From that point on, I was working on getting my things together to leave so that whatever killed the birds didn't get me. I still wonder what was in that one room with the closed door. I assumed it was a bedroom, but I never found out. Goddamn alarm clock.
Anyway, I've managed to stick to my running. By the time you read this, I will by two-thirds of the way through my 1.75 mile week and I'm only improving. The mild soreness in my knees from the first week is gone. I'm actually having to concentrate to keep myself even breathing hard. I probably should go ahead and skip to a longer-distance week, or even go ahead and switch to the 10K training program, but I'd rather take it a little slower and get to my goal comfortably than risk burning myself out before July. I'm glad I have the excuse of getting this done before I get home in the afternoons. There's no way in heck I'm getting myself up early to do this before work. If I tried, I would have quit by the second or third day. Once I get home there are too many distractions and excuses not to put on the running shoes and go.