river race

I’ve forgotten much of last night’s dreams, but I do remember being in a flattish woodsy area with a pebbly-banked river winding through south-to-north, on a cloudy, sort of chilly day, and one of my high school XC coaches was holding a 3.0-mile race that kept crossing through the river. I didn’t really want to get all wet and cold by doing the race, but I decided to anyway, as it is difficult for me to avoid doing a race if I am present at it. People were already warming up by running on the course, and I thought temporarily that the race had already started and I’d missed the start, but that wasn’t the case; but I’m not sure I actually ever did the race — I think my brain moved on to something else by then.

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