Nightmares

In my sleep last night, I had a nightmare about running. Just recently, it seems like I have been having nightmares about running whenever I don't feel well enough to run.  Weird!

The nightmare goes:
I was in a small half-marathon race. I ran at a good pace and was feeling like a superheroine.  Then, we had to run through and into a warehouse with lots of goods (like a combination of newspaper dockside I used to work at and my boyfriend's furniture company). We had to meander through that mess and I saw a few men running back (like an out-back route).  I thought, I'm good and I'm almost to the halfway point.  Somehow, I got lost in a maze! The route was not marked at all. When I finally got out of the "maze," I ran toward the finish line, which was by then, had already been dismantled and everyone had gone home, except for a few volunteers finishing up cleaning.  I knew one of the organizers and went up to her and told her that the route was not marked and how important it to have prominent markers on the route and on and on and on about the route and markers.   I scared myself in that nightmare because I am not at all a vocal person. 

Nightmare #2 is more like an actual real-life nightmare.
My cardiovascular ability is in the Dumpster right now.  I went outside today and Paddy Wag was jumping up at me with her muddy paws.  I tried dodging it and that took a heck lot of energy! I was short of breath.  I tried running away from her but finally gave in to her muddy paws because I couldn't even run.  I can't wait to be better so I can run.

Day #2 of my food log:
It is going well. My boyfriend made waffles for me this morning. I ate one waffle and 2 eggs, had some coffee and a shot of cough syrup. Lunch was eggs and a banana.  I still have quite a few calories to spare for supper. 

I'm gonna be all right.  The antibotics better be doing some work inside my body. 

You Give Me Fever

When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight.


What was supposed to be an 11-miler was cut short to a 4.5 miler (53 minutes)
My right foot feels funny. It feels like it needed to be popped. I can't pin it to a muscle and it felt like it is the bone. My left knee is acting up just slightly.   And I have been feeling like a crud is about to hit me.  So, Ms. M suggested that I take it easy this week. She said I already have my 10 miles in and I have done my training. The only thing I can do now is "get injured."

Fever.
Fever in the morning.
Fever all through the night.

I came home, took a shower and a nap. When the boyfriend woke up, he told me I look sick. Said I was running a fever.

Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago

This is half-marathon fever all right.
In my nap, I had a nightmare (Can it be a nightmare when it is a nap during day time?)
I dreamed that I and some friends were inching closer to the start line at RnR Mardi Gras, and when we crossed the start line, I realized that none of us had picked up our race packets, which means, we don't have our timing chips on our shoes! Imagine the manic panic attack!

Fever if you live, you learn
Fever, till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.