Caution, dreams approaching

Be careful Bambi!

I ran home from school today. I do a little juggling to make it happen. Today I rode my bike in - taking running clothes with me. Then I stash my bike in my classroom and run home at the end of the day. Tomorrow, I will have to walk to school.  Then I can ride my bike home. I know, it’s complicated.

Anyway, I ran home from school today. It was a nervy run. My left foot went kind of numb.  My left hamstring was unhappy. My lower left back hurt. I had to stop and stretch. I did some high knees to loosen things up. It’s not fun when my nerves go wonky. Part of my journey today was to drop of my rent check for July (since I’ll be out of town). To get there I took a detour through the lower Presidio in Monterey. I was running along the trail next to the chain link fence.  Do be do be doooo.  Sudden frantic rustle on the other side of the fence.  Oh dear!  A deer!  A fawn… a tiny fun fawn!  Bound bounding toward the four lane very busy road…. away from me.   Oh no!

Bound bound bound.  Random directions and speed.  I stop running and go backwards… I certainly didn’t want to chase it further along and into peril.  Regardless, the poor little fellow bounds right out onto Lighthouse and across the first two lanes. Cars jam on their brakes. The fawn turns, bounds bounds bounds and comes back in my direction… I’m lurking, looking for an opportunity to sneak between it and the main road to chase/steer it up the road… And then it turns up the road on its own and heads toward the Presidio security gate. Uh oh. Not sure you’ve got the ID to get in there, bucko….  Oh, he turned and started to just stroll up the hill above me.  Oh… nervy trauma.  I was not enjoying the thought of fawn road kill due to my running along.  I wasn’t trying to be scary. 

I successfully dropped my rent check off. One more thing off the list.  Phew. I have also paid for international text/talk and data. My credit cards are paid early. I got a new credit card just for international stuff - no conversion fees. I have a goldfish sitter lined up.  I think my plants can make it two weeks. Preparing for travel alone is interesting. There’s no one to tell you what you forgot. No one to pester you about the things you are having no trouble remembering. No one to tell to get their butt in gear. Sigh. Katie and I would get into it sometimes before trips. Stress, anxiety, planning, worry. It always seemed to work out. What was that arguing all about, really?

I’m sure my habits would bother many of you. I didn’t even know what time my flight was until a day or two ago. I just knew it’s Saturday. I’ll get there. I won’t pack until late Friday or Saturday.  If I do it early I’ll just unpack everything anyway to make sure I have everything I need and then pack it up again. May as well just do it at the last minute. If I forget something, too bad.  I’ll survive.  I wonder if I should tell my heart doctor… do they care? My pacemaker just does it’s thing. bubump bubump bubump.

Dream #1 approaching.  2 Weeks with friends far far away. Trees Trees Trees.

Then I’m back for 5 days.

Then Dream #2. Another 2 weeks far away. Some with friends, some with family.  Different trees. Water. A big boat. Maybe some ice.

Then I’m back and will have to work my friggin’ rear off to get ready for the school year.

Dreams of 3. Did my 3rd Hot core power hot yoga hot with KS. I’m not sure if this was a hot one or if I just wasn’t ready but I was woozy dizzy with 10 minutes left. Had to just stand there, sit there, mellow out there through the last 10 minutes. My stubborn brain and will tried to force myself to keep going. Keep doing the exercises but it was not happening. Just being in the room was all I could do. So hot. So wigged out. It’s a weird kind of high. KS, of course, cruised through. The day before we ran on the beach. It was a brutal soft sand, high waves beach run kind of day. 8 miles but I was somehow feeling it and felt good the whole way. Dodging those waves like a teenager (well, at least that’s what it seemed like in my mind. In reality, I’m sure I look slow and old). Then I powered up the steps at the end - heart in chest beating so it echoed in the brain. Excellent. The day before I ran 10 with my running group and it felt easy as pie… Well, easy as a pistachio/plum pastry anyway. 

Summer is here. It’s off to adventureland. 

And yes, my actual dreams have been more vivid as of late. I even had a waking surreality dream while in the pre Chiropractic work “resting room”. There were streams and birds and funny colored skies and a plot that made sense at the time but I can not remember now… such are dreams.

More on Dreams 1 and 2 later. Shazah!