I got the BEST NIGHT OF SLEEP in my life. For the first time since kids arrived, I slept early and woke up on my own in the morning (nanoseconds before the kids, but still, no one woke me up first!) I was having a funny dream, too — I was running the strangest marathon ever.
In my dream, we had to get odd large coins out of a tower to prove we had gotten to that checkpoint, but a partially eaten apple was blocking the way, so I picked up some that the previous guy left behind and hoped that was enough. I kept getting sidetracked, but I kept getting back on track. I wasn’t first, but I wasn’t last. And I just kept going — I felt how great it felt to run.
I did another 5K (walk/run) this morning listening to some of the GREATEST music I have ever listened to: Jerry Garcia, John Kahn, Bill Kruetzman and Merl Saunders jamming at Pacific High Studios on February 2, 1972. (See the podcast on 12/12. Ria, take note! ;-))
That music, plus a crisp sunny blue sky day made for a wonderful walk and a great start to the day. (I did start out and turn back again, but only to get a scarf and mittens! So the neighbors still think I’m loopy, for sure.)
I hope you had a good day, too. (And, if not, this too shall pass.)