I was running.

by Veronica Foale on November 3, 2011

in Me

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.

kim(frogpondsrock) November 3, 2011 at 8:37 am

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.

Sophia Grace November 3, 2011 at 2:03 pm

Maybe this is the dream, and you really were running?

Marylin November 3, 2011 at 10:39 pm

Oh sweety. *hugs* x

Fern November 6, 2011 at 9:31 am

Dreams are brutal 🙁

I hope you’re feeling better now hun x

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