7-mile morning run. I had a dream last night that I woke up at about 8 a.m. on the day of the St. George Marathon. In my dream I was just doing normal Saturday morning things and I talked to some guy outside of my house and he said "well they are on their way." I said, "who's on their way." "The marathoners," he said. At that moment my whole body went limp and my mind race to realize I'd slept in. I ran in the house and sobbed. Then at that moment the rain came from nowhere and wind like I'd never seen before. Then with in seconds I felt comforted and decided that if it had been bad weather then it wasn't the best circumstances for me to run a PR marathon and achieve my running goals.... Anyways as you can see this was a bad dream, well a nightmare. I hope it means nothing. I'll have every alarm clock in the house set this year just to make sure, and as far as the weather... I guess we are all hoping for good running weather this year for the STGM. Ran out and back for 6 more miles. Before I left I felt great, better than I remember feeling anytime the last few weeks. However about 3 miles into the run I died. It was still around a 100 and my energy level just got zapped. Had to turn around and come home with my tail between my legs. | 