"Are you tired?.....

....cuz you've been running through my mind all night!"

Okay, okay. Worst pick up line ever, right? I was just trying to be all witty about my post title today, but as usual my wits are only sub-par.

But seriously, I can't stop dreaming about the upcoming Florida Ragnar. And they're not good dreams, either. Let me just preface this by saying that I have incredibly vivid dreams. I always have. I wake up and I can remember even the minutest detail, down to what shoes I had on, or what color lipstick I was wearing. Weird, I know.

So as I was saying, last night I was dreaming about the Florida Ragnar. It was almost my turn to start running my first leg. If you scroll down and see, my first leg is 8.8 miles and FLAT. One hundred percent flat. But in my dream, I started running, and all of a sudden, the road was no longer flat. It gradually changed from steep incline to almost vertical. A vertical road.

I attempted to run it a few times, but kept falling backwards, flat on my face. And the volunteers were laughing at me. I was extremely frustrated and was worried about letting my team down by not being able to finish my leg. So I did what anybody would do in that situation. I "climbed" to the top of that vertical road. And by "climb" I mean I grabbed a hold of mile markers, metal posts, etc. (you know, the typical things that are on the side of roads), and just when I thought the road was going to flatten out again and I could stop climbing, I hit a wall. A real wall. It was a dead end. I let go and fell backwards to where the laughing volunteers were and they were cracking up. Fits of laughter, I tell you. They say, "You went the wrong way! That was a decoy road! HAHAHAHA!" Jerks. So I turn around and run the right way, and I was pissed because I officially wasted 10 minutes getting nowhere.

Cut to my second leg. Most of my second leg is going to be on a trail, so I won't always have the support of my Van (scroll down to see...), and I'll be running this leg at approximately 4:00 in the morning. It will be dark. Really dark. I guess I'm kind of worried about this leg because in my dream, this "trail" turned out to be some sort of maze I had to navigate through in the dark. I had to turn around and choose another route more than I care to remember. I couldn't see my van, I couldn't see any other runners, and I was wasting time and energy. Then, out of nowhere, part of the trail turned into stadium stairs. Stadium stairs!! What?! I have no energy for stairs. But once I got to the top of the stairs I could see my Van waiting at the next exchange on the other side of the maze.

And then I woke up.

You know you're obsessed with running when you dream about it. I just wish they would've been better dreams!

And on a slightly unrelated note, I can't stop listening to this song during my runs. I'm obsessed with Glee (the inner high school choir nerd maybe?) and I love this song. Enjoy!