dreaming

Ryan has this awesome list on his blog as to identifying if you are a runner or not. One line I totally buy into: you know you are a runner when you dream about running. I have actually made a note in my calendar, sometime in August: "I have been running for six months now, but I have never dreamt of running."

I did, three days ago. I dreamt I was running downhill. It wasn't real running, since I was on a street, dressed in street clothes, the flat-heeled boots and long-sleeved black dress I had worn the day prior. And I fell.

I fell almost willingly, head on, full face down. But I fell in prolonged, willful slow-motion, so that I could compute an impact without injury. A car was coming. In one piece and in control, I rolled out of its way.

I did not mind the fall. Dreaming, my body knew that during waking I am running.