Today I’m taking a break from all the travel and want to share with you a funny story instead. It happened to me this morning and thinking about it makes me laugh. I do wonder though who is the culprit. The active or the lazy me. You judge.
The story goes like this. Tuesdays being my running day, I prepare my things the night before and make a mental note before going to bed that I “must” wake up in the wee hours of the morning to get myself to the gym, run, shower, and then off to the office on time. It’s a “must” because if I gave myself any excuse, I’ll find myself in the vicious cycle of wake up late, no running, and sleeping late…Recipe for weight gain.
So this morning as usual my iPhone alarm clock wakes me up with a lovely tune. I reach out and turn off the sound. I get up, go to the bathroom and get dressed in my gym clothes. Black running pants with an orange shirt today. That’s my outfit. I grab my things and I’m off to go.
Then it happened.
My phone rings. It’s Alex calling and there I am lying in bed reaching out to pick up the phone!! Wait, wasn’t I just going out to door to run? Was it all a dream? A millisecond later I realize I had been dreaming. I dreamt I was off to run!
What a strange dream, part real, part imagination. So which part of my dreamt this? Was it the active me out ready for a run even in her dreams? or was it the lazy me tricking real me into believing she was actually running?
Whichever part of me was responsible for inducing my dream, I give it my thumbs up. This is a dream to laugh about. To make me smile 🙂
I got up. Dressed in my black and orange shirt and grabbed my things. This time, though, there was no phone call.
I was awake (I pinched myself) and was ready to go. 🙂
Who do you think induced my dream? The active or the lazy me?