Last night I had a dream.
I was back in Wick, the town I grew up in.
And I was running a fast 5k, with…
My Granny! 🙂
Seven minute miles we were doing.
Two miles in, she started to pull away from me.
And before I knew it, she was 25m in front of me.
I was looking at my Garmin, 6:58 pace,
Then looking at her, smiling and almost in disbelief.
Thinking, there’s no way I can catch her.
My Granny died 10 years ago on Thursday.
Around two weeks before Christmas: Friday 13th 2002.
She was 87 when she died.
And she was 87 in my dream.
I was running and she was running.
Pulling away from me.
Running faster and faster.
And I was loving every minute of it.
I love it when I dream about my Granny and remember it.
It’s like she comes alive and I get to be with her again.
I’m not sure we would ever have run together,
But in my dream we were.
Running together with my Granny.
I wonder what she’d think of me now, 10 years on?
All grown up with my own flat, three jobs and a life.
She helps give me the strength I need to be me.
I hope she’d be proud of me.
And I can’t wait for the next time she visits me in my dreams. 🙂