Last night I had a dream that I was racing against Petter Northug…and I beat him.
I got the early jump on him. He was surprised. I was surprised. We raced over snow and pavement and dirt trails. Sometimes on skis, sometimes on rollerskis. Even once or twice on a bike, I’m pretty sure.
On the final hill to the finish in the stadium, I was barely holding my lead. Everything was moving in slow motion. My arms were like lead as I double-poled furiously in super slow motion. I was certain he would catch up. But then I was across the finish line and the crowd was cheering. I had done it! Unbelievable!
Petter was good-natured about his loss. He smiled at me, congratulated me.
“How is this possible that I won?” I asked him.
He smiled again and simply said, “It’s your dream.”
Then I woke up.
But I still felt good about it.