All my running dreams are reality now.
From 3 nights ago, a version of a recurring dream where I'm running a marathon or half-marathon on a convoluted or confusing course...
... this one took place in one of the declining mining towns in northern Minnesota (e.g. Hibbing, Virginia, Mountain Iron).
I was in a half-marathon that started out on a main street typical for towns of the area-- grand stone buildings now vacant/underused. I then was running by railroad tracks and a canal. I looked up at a clock tower and the time was 10:43-- somehow implying I was 1hr, 43 min in and on pace for a personal worst by at least 8 minutes. I was unsettled because I was unsure if that was the accurate time or if the race started on the half- hour, and I was on a nice pace.
After looking at the clock, I was running down a slight hill on a pedestrian path, and on a parallel staircase was a Catholic school group. The children had uniforms typical of a modern Catholic grade school, but the priest was wearing very old-style clothing (think Monty Python's "Spanish Inquisition" sketch or the SNL character Father Guido Sarducci).
Absolutely 90% of my running dreams involve me being unable to get traction on the ground and then it's as if I slowly levitate up into the air. Imagine a cartoon where the hero's legs spin into a blurry circle and he just floats into the air. Even though it is a dream, my subconscious recognizes that I am not getting actual impact feedback from the ground on an intuitive level, and therefore it won't allow me to move.
What I need to have now is a dream where I am on a treadmill. If I fail to feel impact forces, will this mean I float in place almost like you should on a treadmill or that I will get thrown off the back of the machine?
Trump2020OP-the real one... wrote:
The following is a condensed version of a dream I have frequently.
Theme to Chariots of Fire is playing along with occasional insertions of Warren Zevon playing Lawyers, Guns and Money.
Somewhere on a desert landscape, on a desolate cinder track, under a pale sky, I'm doing a 10/ 400 interval workout. On each lap I have a different set of workout pacers.
Lap 1: Zola Budd and Abebe Bikila are wearing Hokas. 1:20
Lap 2: Bill Rogers and Toshihiko Seko are speaking Japanese discussing their lost girlfriends. 1:15
Lap 3: Dave Wottle is not wearing his white hat but is whistling Dixie. 1:13
Lap 4: Daniel Komen and Haile Gebrselasie are discussing the latest developments in String theory. 1:11
Lap 5: Emil Zatopek is disguised as a hobby jogger wearing a pleasant smile. 1:10
Lap 6: William F. Buckley, Jack Keroac, and Barry Goldwater stop to have a gin and tonic. I stop to have an Armold Palmer.
Lap 7: Swedish Bikini team. (This is a family site so no need to provoke the censors with explicit details). Time not recorded for obvious reasons.
Lap 8: Yasmin and Suzy Favor Hamilton discussing mental health issues. 1:05
Lap 9: Hichan El Guerroj and Thomas Merton discussing motorcycles. 1:01
Lap 10: This final lap always ends somewhat fuzzily and apocalyptically as the sky and ground begin to merge and trumpets begin to sound. The Lion of Judah appears as I hit my fastest split and wakeup.
What a cool dream, can you post a less condensed version? The cyclic nature of reality is reflected in the track, you don't remember the rest you take after each interval which is kind of weird, but then again, who remembers what they did in between the memorable part of life...
The first lap may represent the ignorance of youth....perhaps the two most famous barefoot runners wearing maximalist shoes. ..by the end of the workout you probably only remember the nice people who helped pace you and not the weird detail about their shoes, The second is obviously about growing up, but how do you understand japanese? On the third lap you realize that most people are complex individuals - Wottle isn't just defined by his hat. When Komen and Geb discuss string theory you see that there is much more to the world than running and obsessing over the all time greats. Lap 5 continues the same theme as the masochist Emil Zatopek seems really happy as a hobby jogger...but for some reason he is disguised, perhaps suggesting that your past never entirely leaves you. When you stop for a drink you may have not completely given up on running, but it has definitely taken a back seat to good times with your friends. Your escapades with the Swedish bikini team cement this idea that running is not as important as it once was. As you get older, you come to realize, thanks to a little help from SFH and Yasmin, that you may have used running as a medication all this time - it helped you make and maintain friendships and it brought you up out of your lowest moments. Everyone has issues, and everybody has a different way of dealing with them. Your quick discussion of motorcycles is enlightening, but not because of Harley Davidson, with El G and Merton (a catholic theologian, I had to look this up) next to you, you see a deeper meaning to some of the things you've enjoyed in your life. During your last lap everything collapses, the dream is done, you've learned what you could, at the end of the day it's just another workout on the same track that everyone else has used. It may have been significant to you, but will anyone else care? Will someone have a dream where you pace them? I don't know, and I don't think anyone else does... only time will tell.
As the workout goes on your splits get faster and faster over the same distance...you become used to a 400m interval...just like life. Before you know it, the workout is done, your heart rate has dropped, your spikes are off, and you're ready to start your cooldown...
maybe, just maybe, in a few days you'll head back to the track....
Letsrun should tweet this article at therealdonaldtrump. It will be good for Trump's image to do a press conference with a tiny African runner. And then maybe letsrun can play a part in helping make bekele's dreams become reality.
My last running dream, which was last night, was much more mundane than everyone else's dream. I was standing next to a running club teammate who was complaining that our club did not have enough runners at the last PA (Pacific Association) USATF race. The dream was obviously triggered by the fact that just before heading to bed I read the results of the July 4th PA-USATF race in which our club had only three runners in my age group.
How is Bekele's running related?