I missed by bedtime last night because I was gabbing on the phone with a friend of mine who had spent the day giving birth (Baby Ashley, I'm so happy you're finally here!). Not a bad reason to put off a date with Mr. Sandman. But when I did manage get under the covers, I had a really hard time falling asleep. The shut-eye came eventually and so did some very weird brain activity: I dreamt that my legs didn't work.
In the dream, I was standing in a race corral wearing baby pink sneakers and a garbage bag, wondering if it was going to rain. I heard a gunshot and the people around me took off running. But I just stood there. I couldn't move. I tried to lift my right foot, but it was unbelievably heavy. In a panic, I reached down and tried to tug it out in front of me. Then I tried the left, but it wouldn't budge either. I looked up again and could see the other runners fading into the distance ahead.
I woke up in a pool of sweat.
Anxiety dreams during taper week are totally common—at least that's what NYC running coach and former Olympian John Henwood once told me. He says his clients have all kinds of fears in the days leading up to a marathon: What if I forget how to run? What if I break my leg going down the subway stairs? I sneezed this morning; do I have pneumonia? As funny as they sound, they can really mess with your head.
When I stepped out of my apartment to run this morning, a touch of apprehension slipped in and I was concerned that my legs might feel like lead. What if the dream (nightmare!) had an ounce of reality? A few strides later I was breathing easy and laughing at myself. I really need to relax.
Have you ever had the dream where your legs don't work? What do you do to ease anxiety?