You might be surprised to read this, but I have a very graphic imagination. Some people think in black and white and some in color. I don't. I see the world in high definition. I see spectacular sunsets and fireworks. I see amazing works of nature and I see it all in 3D.
There are a lot of benefits to living this way and there are a number of negatives. But that is probably something that can be said about anything and anyone and since I this is how I operate it feels natural to me.
I have many fantasies, it comes with the hyperactive imagination. One of them is to magically be given a vacation or job in which I am required to get back into shape. The dream basically goes something like this. Somehow, some way I am told that my new job is to do nothing but eat right and exercise. It is a nice thought and I truly believe that if I had 90 days in which my primary focus was to get back into shape I would find myself looking at the 20 year-old I used to be.
So last night I dreamt about this, only there was a twist. I was forced to enter the Tour de France where I was told that in order to maintain my place I had to be within one hour of Lance Armstrong throughout the entire race. Fall short and you are kicked out.
I can remember thinking that this wasn't much of a fantasy, it was a bit of a nightmare. I own a bike and I do some riding but not the kind that was going to keep me anywhere close to the machine. But I don't give up easily and I was determined to gut it out.
There I was riding through the French countryside, huffing and puffing while obnoxious Frenchman threw rolls and croissants at me. They were stale and crumbly but I was desperate to keep up and with the amount of calories I was burning each day I needed to carbo load.
After about three days of racing I found myself face to face with old Lance. I told old Lance that if he didn't slow down so that I could keep up I was going to break his ankles and tear out the spokes on his tires.
I don't know what happened because moments later I was wide awake. For a moment I lay there in bed trying to figure out how it happened. How was I able to get into the Tour de France and how did I manage to keep up. As I lay there pondering it all it suddenly dawned on me that it was only a dream.
Dream or not, my legs felt dead today.
5 comments:
Hi. I can relate. I have these fantasies all the time. Like what if I went back in time and was just starting college. What would I do differently. One thought - I'd make sure to buy whatever stock I knew was going to skyrocket in the future.
I also love the thought of having say a month or two to devote myself to exercise to get in top shape.
I like the image of HD thinking. Will have to try it out.
MH,
Oh, don't get me started on the stocks I would pick. Oy vey, I could be in such a sweet situation now.
Mirty,
Oh he did, did he. :) Just as he long he understands what his priorities are.
Your legs were tired; were there also croissant crumbs in your bed?
(And Mirty, your comment is hilarious!)
Too bad Cheryl Crow didn't creep into your dream somehow.
Mirty...have you thought about doing stand-up?
I enjoyed this post so much, I shared it with Mary P. She wants to know, after the dream, do you still have both your testicles?
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