I got my feet on the ground
and I don’t go to sleep to dream
— the prophet fiona
Last night, I dreamed I was running the first part of Western States for funsies. But then I was at 50 miles (an abandoned ski resort deep in the valley?) and the race director said he would add me as an official entrant, so I kept going.
Only then did I realize the sun had just gone down and I had no headlamp. I was left running in the dark, unable to see the trail. And then I woke up.
Today was chemo day (16 down, two to go yay!!!) which is not nearly as much fun as the brochure would indicate. Five hours sitting in a chair while poison is slowly dripped into your veins. Sort of like the alcohol infusions at the old election-night parties in the newspaper parking lot, back when we had newspaper parking lots, except you don’t get the candidate’s name wrong in 60 point type in chemo.
I went out afterward to stroll a couple miles on the SCC loop, just to show the lymphoma gremlins I’m not letting them make the rules. Only then did I realize the sun had just gone down and I had no headlamp. I was left running in the dark, unable to see the trail.
But I DID see the light.
The josh doc says I should consider entering races again, so that was my epiphany to aim for The Thing. I assume Blue Cross will pick up the entry fee since it has been deemed an emergency medical procedure.
So I’m stating my intentions. But not Western States. I still don’t have a headlamp.
Oh, well. I can dream …