I always have crazy race dreams weeks leading up to my A race. Before my first 10k I dreamed that I showed up to it in high heels and had a difficult time running. For my first half marathon I dreamed that I got lost on the race course. While training for my first marathon I dreamed that there were obstacles, like a bridge having huge holes in it and I could fall to my death. A psychic would probably tell me these dreams have deeper meaning.
This morning I woke from another wild one. For my next marathon, The Haunted Hustle, I dreamed that my chip time read 5:29, while I really finished in 4:29. In the dream I didn’t know that I really finished an hour sooner because my Garmin had malfunctioned. But I was devastated and couldn’t believe that it took me so long because I ran what felt like a really strong race with no bonking. I wanted to run a different marathon in a few weeks to try again. I wanted out of Ironman until I could finish a marathon within my capabilities.
The silly dream got me thinking about my goals and expectations for this next marathon. It’ll be my fifth marathon. I know that I can survive the distance. I know that if I bonk I’ll trot to the end until I get my damn medal. I know that if it’s 90 degrees I will run/walk for five hours to the finish. I know I can tolerate unpleasant race conditions.
Though I feel confident about the Haunted Hustle, the taper-crazies are beginning to stir up all kinds of what-if thoughts.
What if it’s pouring cold rain?
What if I wake up and I don’t feeeel like it?
What if my hamstring flares up?
What if there’s 30 mph wind?