September 26, 2006
I dreamed something awful happened in the marathon sometime after 20 miles. I can't remember what it was; in fact, I blacked out but apparently kept running. Later in the dream the race was over, and I realized I didn't remember my finishing time. I turned to Mike and said "It was, um, something like 3:20, right?" He looked at me and gravely nodded.
And, um, in light of the recent Slate article that so many have misinterpreted and/or gotten really really really angry at: 3:20 is not a bad time. But it is a time I would not be happy with right now.
Posted by joe positive at September 26, 2006 6:18 AM
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Interesting variation on a race anxiety dream. Mine usually involves getting lost during a race and wondering why the course is going through a shopping mall or office building or busy pedestrian area.
Then in the Wichita Marathon a few years back the course briefly passed along a sidewalk beside a hotel and with the pedestrians nearby it felt just like the dream. Weeeerd.
Good luck Saturday!
Posted by: editer at September 27, 2006 12:30 PM