I had the most awful dream I think I could possibly have. It was the night before my huge Tri..the 70.3 and I had everything somewhat layed out. It was in the hallway and waiting for me. I have no freakin idea why, but I set my stupid alarm for 8:05 and went to sleep.
I slept hard and dreamed in my dream. I started with the swim and did really well..I finished around 45 minutes, which would be awesome for me. In my dream, I then transitioned to the RUN!!! I did my effing Tri out of order. I also did really well on the run, so well that I thought the clock was wrong. It was a horrid course. It was out and back 13 times on a rolling hill. Idiotic. Why does my brain come up with these things.
Okay so at this point I am awakened by my alarm…and I completely nonchalantly get out of bed as if I have no where to be. I then realize…holy crap my Tri. So I lose it. I fly to the hall and try to collect my things. I get two bags. One for essentials and one for crap I just need to bring. It’s 7:09 now. 9 minutes past the start and I am still in my home packing my bags.
I start crying. I’ve forgotten how to think and I scream about how I don’t know what to pack. I’ve forgotten what I need and have left a lot of things out. I search for a tight sports bra in the dirty. basket. I search for my bike shorts on the floor. I search for my race belt and nuun and sunscreen. By this time it’s 8:23.
I cry harder. There is no point in going anymore. I wondered if they would let me still start but decide they wouldn’t. Tardiness doesn’t pay off in this event. It’s all my fault. It’s all my friends fault. Where is she? Why didn’t she remind me that we were driving up the day before? That bitch.
And with that I writhe awake. I still think it’s real and then slowly, thankfully realize it’s not. It’s just a dream. It’s just a terrible no good very bad dream. I still have a chance. I’m okay. Let it be known that I will now begin laying my crap out a week in advance. Triple check my bags, GO UP the day before(duhhh) and set my alarm and wake up for the race I spent a crap ton of money, time, sweart, heart, and soul on collectively. I’ll be there.
Holy race anxiety!!! Why you torture me?!
