Weird dreams, again
Last night I dreamt the following: I was living in a dorm room again. I kept receiving mail from Dave--they were always envelopes with pictures, and in them me and he and Sam were all bathed in sunlight and looking triumphant. There were pictures of us looking cute, of us riding a boat down a canal and Dave looking bored. The pictures all made me really angry, because that was all over and I didn't want to think about it anymore.
In the dream, I called my mom up and told her it wasn't fair. A lady came by and told me that if I couldn't live in the public dorms with Andy because the college wouldn't allow it. And then another lady came into my dorm room and started packing up my stuff. I kept asking her were all my stuff was going, and where I was supposed to live. She wouldn't answer me. I went roaming the halls, raving and screaming and crying about where I was going to live. What about me? What about my stuff?
I woke up with teary eyes. I still don't completely know what the heck that all meant. Oh well, sharing this was better than doing actual lab work.
I've made it to the beginning of my 3rd week of running, which I'm really proud of, even if it's only a small victory. First week was 9 minutes walking, 1 minute running. Last week was 8 minutes walking, 2 minutes running. Now it's time to crack into a full 3 minutes, which seems like so short a time when typed, but it's a bit longer on the pavement. I sometimes feel like a bit of a wuss for starting so slow, but mostly I'm glad . . . these goals are do-able. And it's amazing how challenging the first day of 2 minutes felt, compared to the 3rd day. And how the first couple of running steps feel rough, but then it's like something clicks into place, or relaxes to the right spot, and off you go!
I told mom today I had started running. She was really excited for me, and said she always loved running when she was my age, and was a bit envious I had such a nice neighborhood for it. I've got sidewalks galore, but mom and dad live out in the country and the roads and shoulders aren't always the safest for pedestrians. "You Go Girl!" she said, which sounds only the way a mom can make it: a little funny coming from a parent, but ultimately more encouraging than one would think.
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