Monday, November 30, 2009


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.



  1. That sounds like a part of a short story by Algernon Blackwood: "Wendigo" its called.