I dreamt I was running, fast, across a paddock. I was exhilarated and my body was strong and did what it was meant to do. Legs pumping, I remember thinking “YES! I can do this, if I just try. Why didn’t I do this sooner?”
There was no worry about dislocated joints, or torn ligaments. No fear that my body would break down half way through, or that I would do irreparable damage to myself.
It felt amazing.
And then I woke up and reality slapped me in the face.
I was cold and stiff, with a dislocated ankle, something wrong with my shoulder and a stabbing muscle spasm low in my back.
I don’t run, not anymore. Not for a long time and it’s been even longer since running felt good.
Now I walk carefully, with a crunch click in my hip and a mind to making sure I don’t dislocate anything that will leave me screaming in public.
Usually, I don’t remember what I’m missing. Not until my dream self goes and does something amazing.
Like running.
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5 responses to “I was running.”
Oh sweetheart, I remember the dream I had where I dreamed Mum was alive and said she would fix everything, that dream set me back weeks and even now 3 years later the memory of that dream makes me weep.
Maybe this is the dream, and you really were running?
Oh sweety. *hugs* x
Dreams are brutal 🙁
I hope you’re feeling better now hun x
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