Tuesday, May 1, 2012


Last night I had a dream that I showed up to the race and had forgotten everything.  I only had two of my four flasks, no Gatorade, and I left my golf ball and tape at home by the fireplace.

On the upside, the race ended in a gift shoppe, and I ran the full 26.2 miles in 30 minutes, 55 seconds.

When I was nearly full-term with Daughter, I started having really screwed up dreams, including one where I saw Jesus in the sun room of my neighbor's condo.  Our eyes met, he smiled at me and then gave me the thumbs up sign.

That is all.


  1. Hysterical! You know why? Because I saw that image and I thought..."my Jesus didn't look so smarmy". So I threw caution to the wind and posted w/out an image!

  2. I'm beginning to think you have to be possessed to be a runner! And what's with the golf ball? If you need a new one, I'll send you one that's pink!

  3. They make colored golf balls??? I want black!!! :)