In my recurring nightmare, I am actually moving.  I am running as fast as I can.   But, despite my best efforts,  everyone is passing me.

Good God, signing up for a 5k might have been a huge mistake.  It feels like the equivalent of purposely going onstage and attempting to perform a piece that quit rehearsing weeks ago or jumping out a window because I once had a dream that I could fall far better than I could fly.