I had a dream last night that I could run so fast that every few steps, I could lift up my legs and glide above the ground. Every few steps, I flew a few feet, and when I landed, my legs were already moving forward in another long, fast stride. The dream didn't last long, but I awoke around 3 AM longing to go for a late-night run. I felt energetic, invigorated.
I didn't go.
Soon, I need to get back on the trails and have strong knees again. This dream told me that even my subconscious self needs to feel all that running makes me feel. I miss it.