I dreamt last night about my first half-marathon race. I had a good start, the legs were feeling great and at 10 km my time was 1:14. Couldn’t have asked for a better start. Then I turned a corner and in front of me was a suspension bridge. Runners had to climb stairs to the very top and run across the bridge on the cables.
I turned around and abandoned the race. I didn’t want the medal that badly.