Go Team!

I had a dream last night in which I was forced to play for the Michigan football team.  I’ve already mentioned once this past week how much I dislike Athletics, so having a dream about how I was now a member of the team was scary, to say the least.  Some guy (who looked and acted like my younger brother, but wasn’t) kept on telling me to throw the ball.  I tried to lob it a few times, but was extremely sore in the dream (lo and behold, I woke up feeling like a ton of bricks had been dropped on me).  I tried to give up and walk off the field a few times, but the guy kept on insisting I stay.  "Don’t you want Michigan to win the Stanley Cup!?" he asked me several times in disbelief and with a keen sense of betrayal in his voice.  I finally got sick of him referring to the Stanley Cup – "That’s hockey, you idiot!" I screamed in my dream.  "We’re playing in the Rose Bowl and I hope we lose!"  That shut him up, and I was able to walk off the field with nary a protest.  It was however, quite amusing to watch other Michigan football players battle some California school for possession of the ball in a swamp.

When I woke up, I puttered to my computer, switched it on and logged onto Yahoo! Messenger, had some water and breakfast, then promptly went to our family room to wrap myself in a throw and get another few minutes of shut eye.  My sister is sleeping on the couch (she moved home last night – her room is chock full of a bunch of things right now), so I took the arm chair.  We lay there in companionable silence for a while.  I composed this post in my head, did a quick countdown and cackled with anticipatory glee, then tried to organize my workout day mentally.  This is what happens when your work assigns you a project that hasn’t even been sold – and you’ve already finished it.

Checking my e-mail, though, active.com wants to remind me that my next race is on Sunday morning.  I definitely need to go pick up my packet beforehand – probably sometime tomorrow.  I don’t think this one is going to be as fast as April’s race, but what the hey.  I just need to enjoy the run.

Off to do something productive, I suppose.