Sweet Dreams are made of this.

Big events like a marathon create a lot of nervous energy. Different people channel it different ways. Some people have trouble sleeping. Some get all excitable. You can see that sort of person on Internet forums posting ALL IN CAPS WITH LOTS OF EXCLAMATION MARKS AT THE END OF THEIR POSTS!!!!!!!

Me, I’m a much quieter person. My nervous energy gets channeled in different ways. 

I have odd dreams. Not necessarily bad dreams. Just plain odd.

It has been that for as long as I can recall. Right from my days of acting on the amateur stage. I used to have a recurring dream where I woke up in bed, on the stage just before the curtain was about to rise.

When I was taking part in triathlon, I used it dream about swimming in circles and not getting anywhere. 

When I was co-driving a rally car, I would have all kinds of weird and wonderful dreams. The one I remember the most was when I was co-driving and my driver was pop singer Ariana Grande. I know nothing at all about her. But I knew it was her in the dream because her long pony tail was sticking out of the top of her crash helmet.

I came to depend on the dreams. I see them as a positive way of channeling my nervous energy. Some kind of good luck charm if you like. If I had the bad dream, things were going to be OK, and I was going to do well. 

So where has my bad dream been for Grandmas Marathon? It has been noticeably absent so far. Until last night.

I had this bizarre dream where I was taking part in a race where the route was so twisty and tortuous that we could only walk it. In single file. No-one could run. Only walk around this lush garden. A very odd situation indeed.

But it makes me feel good and ready for Grandmas Marathon.

BRING IT ON!!!!!