I have been struck tired this week. No, exhausted. Depleted. Utterly devoid of energy. I think it is the relief of knowing that my son is safe and healthy and happy. I ran on Tuesday and not on Wednesday, and not today. Please Dear God I will have some energy tomorrow.
So last night I had a bunch of wild dreams. I think they illustrate my anxiety over my lethargy. I dreamed I was in NYC, and was looking for a place to run... I started talking to a man about needing new shoes and he took my money and said he would get me a pair of Brooks Trance 7s. He came back with some discount store plastic shoes and I tried them out. I decided I had to return them, but first went to a bar (??? I haven't had a drink for 23 years), and the box of shoes turned into a pack of cigarrettes and I was smoking them (I stopped smoking in 1991)! I still decided they were the wrong brand of cigarrettes and I needed to return them and get a pack of Benson and Hedges Menthols. YIKES.
THEN (sorry if I am boring you out of your mind with my silly dreams) I dreamed that I showed up for my first day of Biblical School, which starts next week, without my homework assignment. And to top it off, I LIED and said I left it at home... when I hadn't even started it! They gave me a piece of cake and told me to go home.
I think I am losing it! I took Tuesday off work, and maybe I need to take Friday as well.
I need a nice long slow run out in the early morning cool air.