One of the things that I've noticed about myself is that as I ramp up in training, particularly if my runs are in the morning, I tend to have very weird dreams (and usually quite vivid). Right now my running is a bit labored because I lost most of my conditioning and gained some weight over the five month layoff. But over the past four weeks my fitness age has dropped from "58" to "41" and that is a good thing.
I ran along the beach the other day and the action of running on the sand works different muscles and has my core muscles a little stiff. So, this morning I planned to (and actually did) run a little over 5 miles along the waterfront of the coastal town we were staying in. I planned to run early before the heat f the day. With the route mapped out and the running clothes set out for the run, I got undressed and crawled into bed and fell asleep fairly quickly. However, the early bedtime sometimes means I'm awake at three in the morning. And so it was this morning. I thought about just getting up and running at dawn but finally drifted off to sleep a couple of hours later thinking about my run.
I was rewarded with a marvelously weird and delightful dream. Remember, my route was already planned (IRL) and so it was in the dream. But whereas I usually run alone, in this dream I was presented with an a situation where there was another runner (and lots of other non-running people). Since we were at the coast, she decided that she would run nude (and a different route than I planned). She had obviously done this before judging from her lack if tan-lines and the places where she was less tanned. And so, rather letting her run off (alone), I ran with her with some thought of stripping naked myself to run along with her. In my dream, I was still in my running shorts.
She was short, maybe 5'4" or 5'5" and I thought (at first) younger than me. She didn't have generously endowed breasts but they jiggled nicely as she ran. When I dropped behind her at certain points of the run, lighter color of her skin where her butt cheeks met the top of her legs were noticeable and a pleasant sight. Although a runner, she wasn't one of these super slim, no fat runners. In the dream she had a pleasant roundness in the right places. And in the dream, as we were running along, although people noticed her, there wasn't any real gawking...like it was a totally natural experience. So far, pretty "normal."
Where it got weird was as we chatted, I spoke about my core needing strengthening and that is where I picked her up and balanced her. first with one hand and arm and then with the other as I ran along. With her arms outstretched, she floated in balance as we ran through a neighborhood full of people (who did get out of our way as I was running through carrying her). It became more difficult for me to run because of a growing erection in my shorts. I did eventually tire as I ran up a slight incline and I put her down so I could rest. When I stopped, she noticed my condition and asked if she asked "can I help you with that?"
We ran back to where we started, and dripping wet I was looking forward to a shower (with her) and I remembered thinking, do I/we share enemas as part of our post-run recovery?
That's when I woke up. I lay there in the bed with this marvelous erection and I just let the glow of the dream stay with me before turning over and drifting back to sleep for a few more minutes. I awoke a few minutes later, got up and prepared to run. Of course, the real run was a lot different than the dream even though I was as hot and sweaty after the real run as I dreamed I would be.