I was hoping to get another good running start on my running this week. Monday, I waited out the rain (twice) and left at 2:45PM to go run in Ryan Park. I pulled into the parking lot, saw standing water on the trails, felt the return of the hot and humid weather, and couldn't pull the trigger. I did get a particularly delicious coffee however. Honestly, my body was very sore from bodyboarding Saturday night, and I wasn't upset at resting it.
Before I awoke this morning, I had a running dream. It was some sort of indoor race - 2.5 miles of stairs up and then back down. I was racing with my son on my shoulders, but I was passing people left and right. Then I passed my brother Greg (this was definitely a dream!). I kept waiting for him to pass me again, especially going back down, but I held him off for the win. It seemed fishy to me, but he insisted he was giving it his all. So we raced two more times and I won them both. He told me I was better at running stairs than him. My first win! I then woke up (early) and decided to go for a run. I was out the door at 5:47 and enjoyed a nice 4.5 mile hilly run.