Cross-Country
I recently had a short dream that some of my friends from Loyola and I went on a bus to Peoria. It reminded me exactly of the place we used to run down there for cross country meets. I don’t know if the dream was spawned from me starting to run again with Mark, the change in season, or sheer memories. Regardless it was a very peaceful dream.
I’m getting so ridiculously stressed about course selections and can’t wait ‘til it’s over. I can’t wait ‘til Thanksgiving break and the following two weeks of class to be over with.
