Marathon Dreams

Less than two weeks away from my first marathon! 

Two weeks means that I'm in taper mode and seem to have way too much free time on my hands. 

Two weeks means that I can check the 14 day weather outlook for Victoria (current forecast for the 10th is 13 degrees Celcius and partly cloudy).

Two weeks also seems to mean that I'm now dreaming having nightmares about my marathon.  The first dream actually came last week, when I dreamt I was very, very late for the marathon.  I got to the start long after everyone else had started running, and was getting to the first water station as they were starting to tear it down.  Sheesh.

The second dream, I was actually doing a triathalon, but I'd brought the wrong clothes, and had to swim in track pants and was going to have to run and bike in soggy cotton.  Ick. 

Last night, I dreamt that I was running behind schedule, but still able to make the start line, but I'd forgotten to pack running socks.  I only had big, thick, wooly socks with me.  Ugh.

Here's the thing - in each of these dreams, my mom was there.  In the first one, she encouraged me to run anyway, to finish the marathon for the time on my watch and not for the time on the clock.  In the second dream, she laughed at how ridiculous it was, and rushed around to find me better gear.  In the final dream, she showed up at the last second wearing my favourite running socks, and we traded at the start line.

My mom died over 10 years ago, but I think she's going to be with me on race day.