it's getting chilly

i joined a local gym last night and decided to give it a shot this morning.  aside from realizing exactly how much my upper body strength has regressed since that last time i focused on it (last summer), i got a real kick out of the place.  all the members seem to know each other.  everyone was greeting one another or catching up from the last time they met.  no one was exercising with headphones.  all the workers resembled one another and they even let their family dogs wander the gym area, sniffing out different people and even climbing onto some if they happened to be on the floor stretching.  it was very odd.  i got a little carried away there because i wanted to stay for at least 30 mins. but i knew i had no business working my arms for that long.  i felt like an oddball since i didn't know a soul.  i wonder if it was obvious.  afterwards i went home, showered, and headed to my clinical.  during our long lunch break, i decided to try some hill repeats at mt. trashmore.  holy crap, that is not the type of hill i should be doing.  that sucker was short and steep.  i managed to crank out 12 repeats but that still didn't fill up enough time of hard running as i wanted to accomplish.  with the beach being as flat as a pancake, that's the only hill i've found thus far.  so now i lie in my bed feeling like i have had my ass handed to me.  everything is sore.  this calls for a yoga class.  getting off at 7 on most days definitely puts a damper on things.  

oh and last night!  i had a dream that one of my friends from richmond, jimmy, died and i woke up in the middle of the night crying and all.  even this morning and much throughout the day, i just had this heavy feeling of grief.  i had to reassure myself that it didn't really happen, but it still blew my mind that a dream could have so much impact on my state.  the dream felt so real that my emotions, which are actually real, reacted as such.  so how does that work?