Last night I went to bed psyching myself up for a 4.5mi that I was planning to get to this morning. I was pretty excited about it.
It’s been about a week since I’ve been on a run. My older brother was in town for 5 days and I was working mornings from 6:30am to noon, so other than getting up early last Sunday for my long run, unless I was willing to get up at 4am to go for a run (and after getting to bed at 11:30pm the nights before from red sox games), it just wasn’t going to happen. I knew this and was ok with it.
I went to bed relatively early for a Friday night. I normally get extremely restful sleep when I take AdvoCare’s SleepWorks. I will say that I definitely slept hard last night.
But I had an extreme nightmare. It’s similar to dreams I’ve been having the past few weeks (theme-wise, anyway)–unrelated to SleepWorks for sure. I went to a dream interpretation website and was, quite frankly, shocked/disturbed by the interpretation.
The dream was so scary, I did not wake up feeling rested and it scared the ever-living day lights out of me.
I’ll aim to run tomorrow.
In other news, I plan to start a Whole30 Monday. I need to get back on track nutritionally. I feel so much better when I eat paleo so this will clean things up. And, I’ve got about 30 days until my 10 year High School reunion, so…