Friday night I dreamed in vivid color with precise detail, that I opened my front door and the porch was on fire. The scene was bushes and trees - everything was lit on fire. The dream lasted for a long time and nothing quite made sense, but everything was moving in slow motion. I woke up in a cold sweat. I wonder if so many people are going through the same thing. My days this week have been filled with the desire to get outside and fill my life with activity - anything to not think about what lies ahead. I talked to someone on Friday who kindly, but bluntly told me that I was homeless. It's true in a sense, but I felt empty and hollow. How can I be homeless at this point in my life? Friday's run was fretful and very underrated. I ran just over a 5k and was done. I couldn't do anymore. There is a clear line between feeling lazy and just not able to take another step, so I walked away. My mind kept thinking about the marathon (9 weeks from today) and what I should do at th...