bend it like my new best friend

i don't know what it is about the last few weeks leading up to a marathon, but i start having crazy, vivid dreams. not your usual, late to the race and oh my god i forgot my sneakers dreams. a dream like that would actually make sense. although i do remember a dream right before my first marathon where the race was like a crazy fun house of an obstacle course. that one sort of made sense to me in that i was in a race and one could argue that my life is sort of like a crazy fun house of an obstacle course. so i got that one. no dream interpretation needed.

but the last marathon go around resulted in dreams like going to a bakery with p. diddy and ordering cookies and cakes and wanting to eat all the frosting off of everything. and that was before the sugar purge.

last nights' crazy dream? it was me and david beckham. and we were tight. like best friends tight. we took our kids to the park. we went shopping together. we frolicked through central park. and of course, we kicked a soccer ball around. it was like a watching a trailer for a really cheesy movie musical. i don't get it. i don't play soccer. never did. i don't frolick through grassy fields. and david beckham is not even on my wheel.

but i still have 21 days to go.
that's plenty of time for lenny kravitz to stop by in one of my dreams.