3:28:xx?

So, woke up this morning after having a very, very vivid dream...it consisted of me in the process of running MCM and the final time was the subject of this blog...interesting...I know I'm not trained to run that pace, but strange that the dream had me at that pace. Thing is, I was running the race, I remember bits of the dream distinctly and when I finished it had all felt so easy I wasn't hurting at all (that's what should right away tell you it was a dream right??). It didn't have any weird things like other marathon dreams I've had, like that I'm beating Deena Kastor, or that I've forgotten my shoes and am running barefoot or something. Nope, this one was very realistic. My friend Connie that I'm visiting when out in DC was there, my mom was there, which was the one weird element, but it was just a strange thing. And of course all my thoughts after were of calling anyone and everyone that I know and letting them know that I had my BQ...ah...if only dreams were predictors of reality!

Now it's morning, I'm at work, had thoughts this morning of getting out of bed early and just either cleaning, or doing something prior to coming to work, but I didn't want to get out into the chill air (I have the furnace on, it's just not set real high that time of the morning) so I cuddled longer under the covers. Too much to do today at work, too much to do at home over the weekend and just never enough time for it all. And then the demands on my time by others...I'm one that's very much in need of downtime, alone time, time to do my own thing...at least that's how I've been lately...wish there was more time to try to do everything. You know, clean up the mess I've made in my house, help the friends out with the things they need/want from me, and still have that "me" time...