My sweetie is running in the Sinister 7 ultra-marathon this weekend, and, as usual, the pre-race brain is setting in. For me, this mostly means lack of sleep due to a) his tossing and turning and b) my crazy dreams. Strange pre-race dreams are a common hallmark for marathon and ultra-marathon runners, but Stuart normally doesn't have them. I do instead.
And I could do without them, thank you very much. I have strange, strange dreams all on my own, without sympathy dreaming for him. I made a special effort to remember last night's dream, since it occurred to me that several elements of it could be written up into a half-decent fantasy novel. Of course now I can't remember a darn thing about it. Nothing at all. I'm dragging my butt today and have nothing to show for it.
On the plus side, I got another free pancake breakfast this morning, thanks to the city's ongoing "Stampede" mania. With a minimum of work and planning, you could basically eat for free for 10 days in Calgary - if you don't mind a lot of pancakes and lukewarm sausage.
Since I still don't have a laptop, Blackberry or other transportable device, there will be no up-to-date postings of Stuart and John's progress this weekend. (I refuse to type anything long on my little cell phone!) However, Sinister 7 will have a leader board - just watch "Two Fun Guys". And of course, there will be a full apres-race report here as soon as I get some sleep!
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