The sound of the rain...

I had two dreams

in both, I was running.

In one dream I was running for a very long time on beautiful single track trails.  The extra 15 pounds I have been working on losing wasn't holding me back, I felt fast and light with each step.  Although it was dark when I started running the sun was rising.  It was amazing.

And in the next moment I was running urban trails in the heat of the day.  I could hear traffic and people.  We crossed under an overpass and slipped onto a small trail that led us across a river filled with large stones. 

I could hear the sound of water and then familiar voices...

I slowly woke to realized that I wasn't running my 77 mile ultra that was to be the next step to my 100 mile goal.  I wasn't even running the Xterra 21k  in Richmond a race that I had a free entry to run.  But in fact, I had fallen asleep sitting on the deck in the morning light after my run in sweat-ville Virginia.  It was starting to rain and the kids were playing in the increasing downpour.

As my dreams linger in my mind, I am the tiniest bit sad that my plans didn't work out to support my dream to continue seeking a longer more adventurous challenge - that weekend.  But another day will come when things fall into place for my next step.  There is no time to be sad or regretful.  I will be ready when that race day comes but for right now there are kids who think running in the rain with mom is a pretty okay adventure.  

The perspective of children.  Priceless!

I'm off to splash in puddles.